When your spirit is floating down that tunnel toward the light you know what's behind the light? It's not god, it's me and i'm going to kick your poncey soul all the way back down the tunnel til you choke on your own fucked up ribs. Now, wake the fuck up!
olisin ehkä saattanut kirjoittaa rasta, mutta "T" kirjain menee aina vituiks
Rasa, tärkee ettei näpit jäädy näin talvella (: