Everyone surely knows the impact of Kidrauhl—how it’s stayed with us for more than ten years, with every song playing like a timeline since our teenage years and it hasn’t gone anywhere.
no vehicular manslaughter charges sticking to his name cause he peeled off the asphalt way too slick. booking my shotgun seat for this sonic combustion till the rims pop.
flash photogy blindin me lykka flashbang, a continuous loop of terror. js out hea givin the night shift staff sum maj'r main char to witness in the wasteland. madmax enejy but make it fashion-y, gritty frivolity n all. the collar has fangs? we kno. sand in my ears? also kno. xx!
dune buggy shenanigans totly make up for the geographical hostility, thoee. js a tiny alchemist wiv a serious thirst on a cross-country haul, clutching my golden goop. the babushka cap trucker enerjee actyalley works wonders for bypassing the whole barrier crowd ecosystem, tys!
literaLEE getn my spine snap-crackle-popp'd by the bass n willinly participatin in daylïght robbery js for a drop of lukewarm hydrashun, a scam, truly, but we adore a lil financial masochism for the lore! peak auditory hallu-shun n ur gyal's inhalin tha whole buffet, plate n all.