Beneath the lunar salt-buttered flamboyant flesh brains, climbing on volume and purged of swollen roses, filled with gelatin nights covered with black tears, all will vanish in a wicked gray that leaves no trace.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Beneath the lunar salt-buttered flamboyant flesh brains, climbing on volume and purged of swollen roses, filled with gelatin nights covered with black tears, all will vanish in a wicked gray that leaves no trace.