Particle patristics located by an indescribable Hercules is painting my unconscious descendents of spectacularly loud angels while devouring constellations like cannibals praying to a rosy hell in an eyelid glimpse of mosaic time.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Particle patristics located by an indescribable Hercules is painting my unconscious descendents of spectacularly loud angels while devouring constellations like cannibals praying to a rosy hell in an eyelid glimpse of mosaic time.