Light_Nazgul

For it has been writ on the very essence on the sandy desert that the man who controls the fist spice of fear does control the very backbone of the universe. Darest dost say among the swining porcelain that remains the fragmentation of my salted mind that there beist an inner limit upon which strikes the very essence and quantification of fear? Nay sir, a matted dog is thus brushed against the window pane of modern quantum factories that do possess the amgalyda of the proletariat. A purple nurple of the human psyche, I'm afraid. For once one quantifies the very intensity of the human fight or flight reponse does the very cockles of humanity's mindspace does ship itself to Massachusetts art school. And what more foul abomination of cuckolded art student does bear fruit of the very thing that is midigated? Have we learned nothing of rocket tops?