Down the river went memory of times darkly, to be flushed into the cosmic toils one endures in this modern world, and to complain seems fine, about cute things being crushed, the hairs rise to the violence, and music can't begin again, to the moans of critics.

I'll check my reproductive organs out for max productivity and angel powers.

He is a think big dancer!

The love they shared is amazing!

She's only into dictators..

We measure Biden's forhead and then Trumps, who ever is biggest wins.

Windows break and are lost in time mirrors, people on their knees, moving on all fours, lightening behind the leaders, hawks outstretched in the heavens, arching into formation.

The rapture of the Morans.

These gentle times!

I am Californian to the core and guns are very real in these People's hands.

Hope is a gate without morans,