Everything is under controlled, -except the feeling that my brain is not working at the moment. I’m standing on the balcony to rub the gleams of menstruated moon deity for sake of the remote past I left over in the cave./ Everything is under controlled and I extend my foot to running back to the cave before going to the sleep./ Everything is under controlled and I’m in hurry now, because I have to reach the cave before the giant orange calling me to wake up for the next today. Continue reading Everything is under controlled ⇒ Kirno Sohochari