And now we come face to face with the creator of our asphyxiation. It climbs over our mountains to feed on our small valley, lighting the night sky with its embers.
We smell it, we see it, we'll feel it.
About Me
- Manda
- I'll say what I always say: I walk through grass, not on concrete. I listen to music, not radio hits. I watch films, not television. I make art, not junk. I love beautiful people, not beautiful faces. I am me, not you.
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