

Your words, they smell of lazy deceit.
Your words, they smell of lazy deceit.
Challenge accepted.
Fuck Spez, & long live Lemmy.
It’s a distinct pattern, and taking them seriously does nothing for their condition.
Jumping jacks aren’t even fun if we have to wear pants.
Kthulu begs your understanding, and softly reminds that your choice was already made. By Kthulu.
Enjoy wailing at whatever enters your imagination.