sp3ktr

"chemical warfare" in the rubble of forgotten dreams, apocalyptic dream fiends suck the forgotten desires through rubber prewar techmology. Sweet dreams are made of these plastic fumes and asphalt vapors, the devils beat box blasts the forbidden scripture "there ain't no forties, and there ain't no blunts, I ain't had no ass in five years and eight months", thanks to my model for todays drawing, you are a rockstar❤❤❤