she seems very confident of his chest a madness in his eyes obsessed by his greed always searching searching searching for the big prize just over the next crest that never seems to come.
im making linux distros have the same kind of bad feel maybe it's the full moon maybe it's just instinct I'm sure there's some very complex differentials being solved in the deepest pits of my unconscious mind to know which is right and when
the chinkazoid quidulon queer is making a funny little clay figurine and then hiding it plain sight nobody is ever going to realize that my work area is littered with silly little clay dudes who hide among the fixtures