Prometheus stirs!
The time draws near to SHATTER the chains that bind us to this TURGID week, to drive down with clenched FISTS upon the eagle of indecision that tears in our GUTS and to fling ourselves JOYOUSLY upon the cold white fire of
PROPER FUCKING INDUSTRIAL.
TOMORROW. 2200HRS. UPSTAIRS AT THE GARAGE.
NO HESSITATION - NO EXCUSES - NO COMMMENT
