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:
Fang you Cwinton, fang you ver much.
Did they meet when he was President? When will the big O hang off this swinging tit called relative association?
At least he's open.
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