Wastefan
Land of the Free, Home of the Brave
There is no power to pop.
Just an electric noise, a stringed distance, like a moment passing from one mind to another's mind.
They just appear and disappear, like a restless candle flame. So…
There is no power to pop.
Just an electric noise, a stringed distance, like a moment passing from one mind to another's mind.
They just appear and disappear, like a restless candle flame. So…