At the end of the day when things have let me down I can always go back to that mistress of the night ~ Music.. It creeps in with the still of the dark, sweeping through torn screens like hungry insects sick with the scent of the kill. Like a cold spoon and an empty belly feeding me and feeding me with every twist and turn of self content.
© Copyright 2016 Wandering star. All rights reserved.
Paste the link to picture in the entry below:
Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:
Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.
An annotation cannot contain another annotation.
There was an error uploading your file.