Roasted Boar

Marcher, continue!

Homia. Helera. Mountain, Scheler. Rala.

Tuesday dates, Monday's lore. Sure, shan rock is mine, yet, I do not want it! From the Pauline of daytime hares, does night fall without her supreme wish of cosmics and leyers. Take me home, she said. A night on the floor of her bedpost just relaxes her hairs tenders. Whenther. Wharether. Nightout suprema! Galiento! Dark, Peach: Red-Pink Hearts!