i railed myself into a metaphorical wall. the gods were pleased and the breeze mild. i listened for ancient words of the vikings and celts; the blood of the druids that never will rest. Fingal arose from his slumber in the wake of a new moon.
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Now prepare your brain, filthy beast of meat and hair, your magical love adventure begins now.....
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- Name: Simon
- Location: Ontario, Canada
Calvin and Hobbesian “Many people would rather die than think. In fact, most do.”- Bertrand Russel
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