Quote by Chiodos
“I'll rest on nets made by spiders fed on drug dosed flies. The spider sings alone. He paced the room with hurried steps and placed his hands upon his head. As if he were afraid his thoughts were bursting from his brain.”
“I'll rest on nets made by spiders fed on drug dosed flies. The spider sings alone. He paced the room with hurried steps and placed his hands upon his head. As if he were afraid his thoughts were bursting from his brain.”
