Imbecile and fucking flake. You burned a hole by lsoing face. Too much wreck - unreachable scheme. Too much time - a dead end fate. And so much goes to waste. Crying over milk splashed on the floor. Let the air rot it out and claim it's such a bore. Egos are bruised, creativity dry. I don't know what to believe. Choice or force?
1 | Made Good Time |
2 | Chugga Chugga Burnin' Love |
3 | Calling You Ten Nights In A Row |
4 | Australian For Woman |
5 | The Boy With The Golden Sombrero |
6 | Introrigin |