This continues the thread of Twisted Lullaby I-V

If Goddie were a child, I would be his sister, and he would love soap bubbles. He would love everything soapy, except for unchildlikely soapy, for instance grown-up shampoo that stings your eyes without mercy and tastes bitter on your tongue for hours, as if it’s made not from liquid soap but from the juice of jellyfish that were caught in the seas and oceans and squeezed, bottled and sen...