18.6.06
A Forgotten Title
There is something about listening to too loud music in the late hour of the night... When the wine bottle decides it's better off empty... And the world spins behind the closed eyelids...
And the entire world seems to be yours.
A nail for the maker on a trail of greed and fate...
(I have no idea what this is supposed to mean, but it sounds groovy. (:)
And the entire world seems to be yours.
A nail for the maker on a trail of greed and fate...
(I have no idea what this is supposed to mean, but it sounds groovy. (:)
