If the cyclops dreams of yesteryear were any indication: it's really become a boggy marsh or political peasantry. It's a shame. Start digging underground to kick in the ostrich's face. FEH !
This is just a sick sad carousel ride that I will be continuously throwing wrenches in the works of. I shall be uploading the two new tracks "At Your Meridian" and "Darla's Summer" come next post.
p.s. I am back (for the 13th time).
1 comment:
hmm, interesting.
Waiting for the treats
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