IRC-Galleria

Shame on all my demons. Let loose in the noose, runout of air again. Another death in the dark.
I loose the grib, light going faster away, can't reject the madness for any how. Greeping howl's what I hear, the Siperian wolf is makeing it's enter. It is not my job to keep it still. Enjoy the trip to light of the blinds, I guess they had it comming.

Mut laskiaspullia? Ei. Valaat ei syö pullia. Eikä leivo, niillä on evät. Valaat syö planktonia, omasta kaivosta. En mene kiinaan kaivokselle töihin, en.