Bauhaus
These cracks and rolls and waves, they are bright on this body. Sight drowns and swirls you all down until you become this body. Because on the internet fat rhymes with hate. I am become hate. All your hate are belong to us, belong to me, to this body. Blessed are the thin, sympathy pillowed […]
These cracks and rolls and waves, they are bright on this body. Sight drowns and swirls you all down until you become this body. Because on the internet fat rhymes with hate. I am become hate. All your hate are belong to us, belong to me, to this body. Blessed are the thin, sympathy pillowed