Timber Timbre - "Bad Ritual". He had eyes like garnets., He threw these across the room, like dice. When he murmured in a woman's ear she wilted or she bloomed. He bit her with his teeth, circled her wrist...
Said the Gramophone — Timber Timbre - "Bad Ritual". He had eyes like garnets., He threw these across the room, like dice. When he murmured in a woman's ear she wilted or she bloomed. He bit he... more info