Monica

It is slowly juxtaposition, an oldies reith for an acoustic-ness- and we make a mock, drain the corner stores mox.... Engravings in luck and harmonious- they take a tail for a toc, malevolence out of the box, on the streets- in levy and over the acropolis, like crumbly even and corny thermopolis- how the havens in heaven must shine inside... How many travels say they coincide? Even in a sailing away against all storm's periphery, dynamite at the dreamy renditions are trickery- a pleasure of the presence is no outer measure of some other type of compression!