Celtic Girl
Maybe I should make a scream as god might implore of me, my yearnings are tight as they go. I still see a Celtic face with Europe in your eyes…
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Maybe I should make a scream as god might implore of me, my yearnings are tight as they go. I still see a Celtic face with Europe in your eyes…
But on decadence they live to rule but pick pocketed there will be nought but a thing to hide, so we become under white light as equals. The rich and…
Oh man of the wood where can I be laid to rest within the fibre of that tree to be as one in mass to your eternal vibration in energy…
As said by Mason Cult holding court down his local pub. Many have lost the spiritual connection even outside any religion or doctrine one may have been raised with churches…
Big tits and beaches sand in the creases, bodies cooking in a summer sun, living meat upon the shoreline. Shopping the vanity, cooking the human, what is this worship about…