Shit sucks.

Morning silence On and on through this winding corridor, twisted objects and parallels, forever moving forward with every step. Forever moving, never stopping! The hall, this hall! It never breaks, never waits, such impatience! Oh these elegant objects wed to the walls, to visit such a humble gallery in the days light would be a treat indeed! If only such a luxury would fall into my grasps! This cursed darkness, distorted darkness. The candles far and scarce, blessing us with much needed light, but cursing us with its effects. The shadows run from it, them also forever unableMorning silence
Wheres Waldo
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I'm not Paranoid...it's all you a$$hats who are out to get me...
i like your penmanship. Nice depth and such. I'm an 'acquaintance' of Frank and Adrian's
[El]
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