An electronic cigarette, an eclectic sorrow within a minaret, the solace and shame and surety of the great and powerful Piglet.
I hate the smoking, hot and horrible tyranny of this blasted mountain, the glowing crown, the reek of magma and the turn of stones as they liquify. It's not my true face, it's just a minus. Someday I'm going to be-
Lies.
I hate the smoking, hot and horrible tyranny of this blasted mountain, the glowing crown, the reek of magma and the turn of stones as they liquify. It's not my true face, it's just a minus. Someday I'm going to be-
Lies.
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 375 B
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