And it’s all well and good to cry doom from the streets. The prophets with their sandwich boards, beards, and hard feet. But there’s no unraveling the rings of the tree. Lord keep my soul the fuck away from me.
And it’s all well and good to cry doom from the streets. The prophets with their sandwich boards, beards, and hard feet. But there’s no unraveling the rings of the tree. Lord keep my soul the fuck away from me.