The amorous smile of your silently violent, yet scattering joy of a were, is cascading all acts without the madly confronted tearing of ferocious flowers that are heated by my halfway devil waters.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
The amorous smile of your silently violent, yet scattering joy of a were, is cascading all acts without the madly confronted tearing of ferocious flowers that are heated by my halfway devil waters.