Lorenzo Pazzaglia Evil Angel a.k.a. 28.09 - 50 Milliliters

In my heart, clear, pure mint rustles in the whispering wind. In my eyes, sails are unfurled, seas of Whiskey to sail and lands of Absinthe to explore. I draw my sword and find justice in the arms of a sweet vanilla myrrh, my rebellious soul finally still. And so night falls, bringing peace. I, the warrior, rest on a bed of flowers and woods: tomorrow is another day.