took half your face and both your eyes. it left you nothing but paralyzed. and mushroom clouds it left behind. our city's crumbling but i don't mind. the ether tastes like nausea,.
W. Van Lierde/A. Red. Les yeux peine ouverts les mains au volant. Me demandant les files quoi a sert. Il faudrait interdire ces types qui passent devant.