We're jamming to the rythm of the DOOM box.

[zatard]

Sir Slappy McSkeeterson passed away. As small as his presence was I do miss his occasional croaking in the darkest hours of the night and his almost mischievous but oh so grateful grin as cold water was poured down his back. Looking at an empty corner where his terrarium used to sit ever so permanently (as we like to fool ourselves) my heart heavies.




Vanilla Gray sits back with her acoustic guitar in hand jamming to the nostalgics.

I have so much to say, very little energy to say it and zero desire to do so.