SupremeDreamer1 Sep 2003

I spit. I pop. I rot. I cause thee to cry, and soon the fumes of my evil peeled layers shall kill thee.

i smell someone who hides behind the moon, i smell a goon that wants to play a game i love.. or perhaps i smell blood that has not been spilled yet.. shall this veggie taste thy blood.. shall it flow as a large watercourse, or drain via the carved delta?

-sniff- my teeth ache for flesh..