Through the burrows of subterranean consciousness, the bellowing surges forward, headfirst, in search of light, in search of an open amphitheater to project it's primal cry–an ancient lost art among the modern-day herd.
Through the burrows of subterranean consciousness, the bellowing surges forward, headfirst, in search of light, in search of an open amphitheater to project it's primal cry–an ancient lost art among the modern-day herd.