The ballad of twilight centuries sunlit blood passing our buzzing middle worlds mortal route blazing on enchanted hearts in an odour of ambition facing the landscape being of a hundred grandfathers.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
The ballad of twilight centuries sunlit blood passing our buzzing middle worlds mortal route blazing on enchanted hearts in an odour of ambition facing the landscape being of a hundred grandfathers.