star qualitysounds pathetic with no bassline to it. eternal Small Fish Tragedy i'd say. they can't see the symbols behind, yet don't stop faking as the slough gnaws deeper and deeper into their pitiful bones and sordid sinews. my tired eyes have seen it all. you and i we never let ourselves say as much as we wanted to due to manners and taste, they go balls to the wall trying to say more than they can think of, as simple as that. © Copyright: Хладнокровный Головорез, 2017.
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