Gripping the wheel, his knuckles when white with desire. The wheels of his Mustang exploding on the highway like a slug from a .45, true death. 400 horsepower of maximum performance piercing the night... this is Black Sunshine.
Gripping the wheel, his knuckles when white with desire. The wheels of his Mustang exploding on the highway like a slug from a .45, true death. 400 horsepower of maximum performance piercing the night... this is Black Sunshine.
Gripping the wheel, his knuckles when white with desire. The wheels of his Mustang exploding on the highway like a slug from a .45, true death. 400 horsepower of maximum performance piercing the night... this is Black Sunshine.
Bigboi500
Yeah! I Penetrate the demons, Their teardrops burn away my eyes I love the paper-thin cry of the locust, Is there and other way to
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