Jan 02, 2002 03:22
Powercut. 0212 approx_in the middle of a fantastic [slight exaggeration] photoshop session and Chaos Sanctuary/Nightmare/Paladin expedition. Mr Casablancas modifies and 1 level + (truckloads) demon kills lost. Candle scented air.
But previously;;;;;;;; a barbecue under the setting sun. The happy family playing that usually makes me sick. Pitch Black and fireworks from the city. Music and festivities speed along the river and we can hear you talking on your speakerphone.
Not waiting for him. Instead it's a quick Sex Pistol thing then a replay of Braveheart. More blue eyes, more wild hair. I'm not torturing myself on purpose; and you know that I lie to you like this.