ELECTRIC FEEL by MGMT. Story by Nathan Johnson
As the music plays a green tree viper appears outside my window. It’s slithering through the branches just a few metres away.
As the music plays a green tree viper appears outside my window. It’s slithering through the branches just a few metres away.
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