nøi2er
nøi2er
...being eternally intoxicated my imagination and vapors absurd thoughts. It produces chaotic sounds in uncompressed quality. All lepione saliva listed next to the stamp of.One night I spat out a space for its spiral galaxies and fell to the ground. I live between inhalation and exhalation knitting my second life. In the meantime, I love and miss you incredibly hard, fly, breathe, eat, sleep and do not laugh honestly, dying in the rush of tangled thoughts... As long as I live I have one branched goal - to steal oxygen, maternal thoughts and avocado seed. Music is my second "I" that can function in a sick world.