Oh why is the sim still running, i’m not even looking
–
Thank you for honking
That bitch would have swallowed
my aliveness
Exhausted, on the brink, in the hot summee days, that we cannot and must not faaail..
798
garçon interstellaire
one poem for each day
Oh why is the sim still running, i’m not even looking
–
Thank you for honking
That bitch would have swallowed
my aliveness
Exhausted, on the brink, in the hot summee days, that we cannot and must not faaail..
798
garçon interstellaire