keenetic dr.
destination
it sounds like winter. the raging venus blinks at the howling wind below the temporal glimmer of jupiter. it's yet another perfect metaphor of the time. yet sleepy people will soon rev up their giant vehicles and sweep the morning. the oscillating love from north and south goes mostly unnoticed, for the noise of the time is deafening. we're hanging on by a thread of love. a thread that tears at ..
as strokes have it
2019. 1. 8. 21:39