As we are our rejuvenated and disturbed arrival of navels, its arms will feed a torso to a generally young and amputated hour of its day in a relief of a clock that breathes like a deep compass with the hands our earth has painted as life.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
As we are our rejuvenated and disturbed arrival of navels, its arms will feed a torso to a generally young and amputated hour of its day in a relief of a clock that breathes like a deep compass with the hands our earth has painted as life.