| In the depths of the Arainan jungle a man without a head fails at his attempts to be alive. Mandy was a sheep. She turned into a duck. It was an eventful afternoon. Nothing happend by the time the lovely A4 piece of paper was beckoning the holes into the sleepy path within. Don�t stress, Chill. Nothing to do but relax your mind. Put yourself at ease and have a cup of tea. The africa without germaline, liquid. I can�t write for fuck I can!!. |