Worm it is, all the way to the core. Jovial for a ride, highway to greed. The quickening drum of certainty poisoning the seeds, swept over the garden into the abyss.
Where lines happen.
Worm it is, all the way to the core. Jovial for a ride, highway to greed. The quickening drum of certainty poisoning the seeds, swept over the garden into the abyss.