gnunat

Yo,
how's it goin'? "[whiiiirrr-cHirp]" says the cold machine as I realize no one else is supposed to answer. It's just more space for lines of braindrippings. Long weeks and short days sculpt me dry and brittle, and smearing the broken cells is that solution. Rake the shutters, oui? Leaky brain-waves will offer outness here and ------------------------------------>there.

But really, I'm not that belligerent, just allowing word ravings their own possibilities.