probing summer veins for possibilities
Tag: fantasy
hands devoted to the construction of concrete bastions of nothingness
th devil in the line does she speak to you with lies
summer and the return of stonewalled sensations
solar baked pilgrims dream of sand burials
pulped realism in the wake of jelly legs
questional vibes summer until you feel otherwise
spring in the absence of color the world becomes more intimate
heartily satisfying games of death and demise oh what fun spring is turning out to be
a little lost but not to worry will be on track shortly
