It looks like pink vomit, spewing out of the mouth of a dyslexic flamingo.
No, I don't like it.
It looks like pink vomit, spewing out of the mouth of a dyslexic flamingo.
No, I don't like it.
"As the days go by, we face the increasing inevitability that we are alone in a godless,
uninhabited, hostile and meaningless universe. Still, you've got to laugh, haven't you?"