As magma flows down the hillsides only the giant pebbles provide a safe haven.
Listen up you meddling Post My Ass mess, You will Die. This is my nirvana, This is my home and I’m whitling ash. No tunes going for your funeral. Cutting up your ways with Scissors.You will Die Playing you like a stone and sinking you. You will Die Pouring honey up your nose.You will die. YouContinue reading “This Summer I Will Do Battle”