In mirrored plains, there’s always balking and the lions and tigers are a hair’s breadth away. Be stoic to glass that shines and to the breathless vestiges… Read more “Vanities”
In mirrored plains, there’s always balking and the lions and tigers are a hair’s breadth away. Be stoic to glass that shines and to the breathless vestiges… Read more “Vanities”
Vast Imbecility 