supported by 7 fans who also own “Safe place for a dead body”
Tuesday morning. Having arrived at Misery Dispensation, I am belted in. For a time, there is darkness, only darkness. And then the sound. The sound oozes forth, sweet hair-laced clogs of it. They fall like lotion upon the flaming anus of my brain.
In joy there is music. In sorrow, the Shoes. contendo
supported by 6 fans who also own “Safe place for a dead body”
Shoutout to Spacegrass for the gifted code, we're both big fans of this project and he already said everything I could so all I will say is: this album FUCKS, ROCKS AND BANGS A FUCKING LOT. chizarsu