I smashed all my toy cars against the walls… no coming back from that
I smashed all my toy cars against the walls… no coming back from that
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
Think about it: it’s 2044 and you’re still eating döner. Is that really right? What if we had stuff like this instead?
Think about it: it’s 2044 and you’re still eating döner. Is that really right? What if we had stuff like this instead?
A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.
A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.
