Review: Falling Leaves – The Silence That Binds Us
Some words are best left unspoken.
Some words are best left unspoken.
You never may know in the preterite all perhaps that you would not believe that you ever even saw to be about to. Perhaps.
Dog goes “woof”, cat goes “meow”, bird goes “tweet” and mouse goes “squeak”
Consistency kills.
Three sides of the same ontologically warped coin.
All your bean are belong to us.
Master’s Apprentices moving on up.
Coming down from the void.
Music that makes you crawl as well as tower tall.
More proof the French are weird.