Exalted hands made of psychic paintings claws my continents with the accessories of aesthetics like mad vagabonds in armour on the body of time.
I am following this raging wind like its a piece of the sun.
Its that kind of a voyage.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Exalted hands made of psychic paintings claws my continents with the accessories of aesthetics like mad vagabonds in armour on the body of time.
I am following this raging wind like its a piece of the sun.
Its that kind of a voyage.