Jan Urschel, Singapore.
Downaboo! Hup, boys, and hat him! See! Oilbeam they’re lost we’ve fount rerembrandtsers, their hours to date link these heirs to here but wowhere are those yours of Yestersdays?
This is it.
My final upload as §eraph.
With my first years of college starting in less than a week, and my creative thinking towards music coming to a halt, I’ve decided that I will stop uploading music as §eraph.
It’s truly been a crazy ride, and I genuinely appreciate everyone that has supported me and worked with me. I’ll remember everything that I’ve been through and the achievements that I managed to get.
1. Prayers ft. Bill Saber
5. Anxiety ft. Runaway Ghost
6. Limerence ft. Anubis
Phil Braun, France.
O here here how hoth sprowled met the duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.
MegaDrive + Dance With The Dead + Bonobo + Sidewalks and Skeletons.
Words weigh no no more to him than raindrips to Rethfernhim. Which we all like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping.
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