My voice is the sound of the sea at the falling of the moon, restlessly lapping, boring, then whispering quietly, kinking the nasty noises of the world into a murmur of sweetness and lopsided weirdness. My voice is the voice of the lopsided lunatic.
My voice is the sound of the sea at the falling of the moon, restlessly lapping, boring, then whispering quietly, kinking the nasty noises of the world into a murmur of sweetness and lopsided weirdness. My voice is the voice of the lopsided lunatic.