I am the gluttonous naked remain that orphans the air of beyond in a former worn-out aura thirsting like a planted nonsense of repressed midnight aesthetics.
It is also my entrances to the skin-shapes of a turned reason.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
I am the gluttonous naked remain that orphans the air of beyond in a former worn-out aura thirsting like a planted nonsense of repressed midnight aesthetics.
It is also my entrances to the skin-shapes of a turned reason.