Born inside out. Hair grew in, not out. Entwined with brain. Lost all grasp of reality due to follicle contamination of hippocampus. Now I sit around inventing inane nicknames and casting stones on to a grid indiscriminately. Good times. Good times.
(do skréše) Jak chceš bét decke zavčaso opozorněné na nénovjéši zpráve ve tvéch oblébenéch klobech na mloveni, možeš je stáhnót RSS kamošem s pomocó RSS ikone v pravym hornim roho léstko klobo na mloveni. (pauloaguia) (okázat šecke vechetávke)