Wreck and Reference
Evening Redness
I am not sure of a world outside this wine. But if there is one then I am a bastard of it. Feel the embers warm my bones, in the wasteland that is west. The mountain man is a scary beacon, decide what kind of martyrs we should grow. From the cedar table stands disgust of a chopped up sewer man, impale them all and live like kings.
From Letras Mania