Working theory: At night, when they’re all alone, Iman and Bowie unzip their human flesh suits and just become rays of light. Our minds cannot even comprehend their greatness. It’s all shooting lasers and angel choirs and magical shit like that.
Working theory: At night, when they’re all alone, Iman and Bowie unzip their human flesh suits and just become rays of light. Our minds cannot even comprehend their greatness. It’s all shooting lasers and angel choirs and magical shit like that.