Fuck the star dust, chime my bones, skin stretch a drum, my skull, hollow and dull to amplify the rhythms of an organic beat. Score clay with nails, blood paint a figurine and grind spices with my teeth.
Published by Ean Kotard
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Fuck the star dust, chime my bones, skin stretch a drum, my skull, hollow and dull to amplify the rhythms of an organic beat. Score clay with nails, blood paint a figurine and grind spices with my teeth.