IRC-Galleria

Today i went to see the great show of motorbikes and cars from another world. There i found out that i had a twin brother called Cirrus Warr. He was nearly six feet tall and three wide. He did not look like me at all and he did smell a bit odd and bad. He was wery unaware of things and had a bad choise of words. Later that day he died and strangly i didnt care.
I was determined to find out why i couldnt move,then i realised that i was nearly paralyzed. I had to do something,if i wanted to be able to move again someday. Weird thing in that was that i was perfectly fine and felt pretty good,to tell you the truth i wasent really paralyzed but more like bored cus i had nothing to do.
"Too much to do" said my dear friend Agatha Maxwell. She wasent wery clever and everybody knewed that. One day she told me that i could do a miracle if wanted to,i didint know how to react,but neighter did enyone else. Next day i went home to see how my friends were doing. When i got home i sow that there was nothing nowere.


the pointless forever