
Maybe we get there in time. Maybe we can pull back from the abyss. Teetering on the cliffs — dancing on the edge, believing in flowers that stop the guns.
Read more“THE ABYSS”Maybe we get there in time. Maybe we can pull back from the abyss. Teetering on the cliffs — dancing on the edge, believing in flowers that stop the guns.
Read more“THE ABYSS”Snark is the fine art of caustic yet witty mockery—where sarcasm meets hauteur. Sharp-tongued and with a venomous twist, it sinks its teeth and leaves a mark.