Review: Syberia – Quan tot s’apagui
A desolate post-soundtrack to worldly destruction.
A desolate post-soundtrack to worldly destruction.
Do you think pelicans would listen to dive bombs while diving for fish?
Is 25,000 Spotify listeners actually overground?
In life are you the Sevengill or the Mako shark?
Kylver? I hardly know ‘er!
Drankdf too muchh and Kauan’t fiund my Wayhome.
Ain’t no party like a Prozac party
Welcome to spooky season, motherfuckers.
A catastrophic fall from grace.
The shit he’s doing with that big violin? All sorts of fucked up.