plague.... plaguing, plagued, the post eden traumatic syndrome. Branded, banished, the dream comes to a rock furrowed realization.
It's all there, that moment, caught in the dirty glass reflection of the tears in the saint's eyes.
Warmed up? Warmed up? that's like saying The Sun's a bit warm. Now as a word of adice...Well.... I'm waiting. Any word of advice to let me know how to write this well. No. Alright. Back to the Strawberry Yougurt.
plague.... plaguing, plagued, the post eden traumatic syndrome. Branded, banished, the dream comes to a rock furrowed realization.
It's all there, that moment, caught in the dirty glass reflection of the tears in the saint's eyes.