Scriber's Night Game: Thu Future Sells...

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Thu Future Sells...

"Like I say, brain," the long haired freaky prophet looking man proclaim, big eye ballin direct at me, "extraordinary thing, dat workin mass o' grey, guess we beat the beast in that way. De future? You ask me about the future yours and mankind? Don’t ask, you don’t want to know." Shit dis realistic... Sign in to see full entry.

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