IRC-Galleria

"That was where he wanted to be if he had to be there at all, instead of hung out there in front like some goddam cantilevered glodfish in some goddamn cantilevered goldfish bowl while the goddamn foul black tiers of flak were bursting and booming and billowing all around and above and below him in a climbing, cracking, staggered, banging, phantasmagorical, cosmological wickedness that jarred and tossed and shivered, clattered and pierced, and threatened to annihilate them all in one splinter of a second in one vast flash of fire."

rakastan miljoonalauseita! =)