Sharpen your beaks and peck the machines to death oh feathered friends.
sábado, julio 24, 2004
Hostage Situation
I am on Solon's couch. This post is against my will, only provoked by Solon's heroin induced craze from just watching trainspotting. He sneered, said "choose life" and then put a popsicle to my head. Please send help.
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