Hey asshole. Long time no rant
Ah, my femme fatale tesoro! How has this long life of namecalling found you? It's a bit pedestrian on my end. It seems Bra1n finally bit the big one. I knew he had a big mouth, but this was truly unexpected.
And so here we are. On the brink of the brink. The last civilised uncivilised endeavor yet left to us alone. Sergeant Prepper's Lonely Heart's Doomsday Club Brand. Doomsday ye say? Alas, poor Terry. I knew him Horatio T. Trouble. I met a traveller from an antique flameland, Who said—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,....
Was a forgotten wheelchair.
And he sat on a throne of pr0n.
Fun times, eh?