A saliva-covered world down the gluttonous clouds of undressed thoughts in thirsting morals is hatching the orphaned syllables of craving realities from the custom morals in human space.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
A saliva-covered world down the gluttonous clouds of undressed thoughts in thirsting morals is hatching the orphaned syllables of craving realities from the custom morals in human space.