The pretentious ramblings of a dead poet
Aropax is bloody terrible stuff. Muscle spasms, convulsions, strobing flashes of multicoloured light inside your brain, days off from work spent writhing in dust and spit and turbulence. An “adjustment […]
Aropax is bloody terrible stuff. Muscle spasms, convulsions, strobing flashes of multicoloured light inside your brain, days off from work spent writhing in dust and spit and turbulence. An “adjustment […]