We desire to light the darkness
in the middle of the Fall.
Plate full of gourmand leftovers, outstanding.
Yeah this track is some epic listen.
Too slow, too slow.
I do not need these morose fucking sins
that have become the must of the season.
The nausea of your sentimentalism.
Not that much to decipher is left.
The landscape is banal and streamlined.
A percentage expresses its own infinite.
I recommend a relaxation from suffering a nervous breakdown.
freedom of interpretation if it is the sanctioned one.
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