Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?
Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.
3 comments:
Do they make good eating - has Al Gore sampled a few tonnes, yet?
The evidence seems to suggest that he may have, Mr Egg.
Tastes just like chicken!
TW: asesepo
like a yank misspelled.
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