ALBUM REVIEW: Mansur – Pentatonic Ruins
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
Left out adrift in a glass casket.
Imagine a boot stamping on the human face, forever.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m so lonely without you.
Does not my countenance resemble yours?
“A plague lit path to every road that you roam.“ Photography by Asha Sitarz on the 5th April, contact Asha prior to any use. fakeyourdeath Youth Code
Sound haunts architecture.
Pick a side. Hang on. Love.
Peek through cyclone and hurricane