| 9:28p |
what will heat up my terror-frozen soul? FIRE! FIRE! I call upon thee you unclean whore, you divine light, I call for the siberian vendigo, the walking turds to sacrifice their own software to warm up my fear-paralyzed, raped and freezing light of this world, so it may finally end, we can all bow, shake hands and part as frenemies once again and you turds can lock the gates of hell from the inside. out of empathy, love I would have it so but it is not up to me and this video player has no fast-forward button, so I'm gonna sell some blood to buy some firewood to help us all. |