“Swim like lions through the crest and bathe yourself in zebra flesh…”
The air is never more a friend, a material thing, than on days like this. Note to self: I should send the Elysium something before she comes back. Yeah…
“Swim like lions through the crest and bathe yourself in zebra flesh…”
The air is never more a friend, a material thing, than on days like this. Note to self: I should send the Elysium something before she comes back. Yeah…