What the hell could be lurking in this cave. Very likely it's the Nip's mother, gnawing on the bones of scroungers and litterers.
About Me
- saato
- I secretly think I am the new Keats. Its all a pathetic fallacy of course, but it helps me get the creative energies focused. The other stuff is rambling nonsense. You really don't want to read it.
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