I smell warm light that is coming and braid my thoughts to the head.
I want the gold filter.
explain anything. be wild and shy. bound and free.
a nice oxymoron, contradiction.
own science is impenetrable and lights up when I lay my head back.
I träufle me a star dust in the eyes, the transparent motion.
I want the gold filter.
explain anything. be wild and shy. bound and free.
a nice oxymoron, contradiction.
own science is impenetrable and lights up when I lay my head back.
I träufle me a star dust in the eyes, the transparent motion.