so much whiskey all in my liver
I really like the punch it delivers
makes me warm while I high five sinners
all alone trying to hide from the shadows
ain’t no use, it seems everywhere they follow
they know where I be at, in my mind tryna get me
『I hope there is a fast way to lvl up to 9999... The way game is going right now it takes me about 2 hours to get 60lvls + there is high chance I will just die and lose all my equipment when I already have not much of it...』
Well....guess my spring was a bit "rhetorical" here as well. It snowed today -.- Just a few days ago I was sitting on the porch in socks and jogging pants in the sun though...
And I need a new sigy for spring/summer as well.....what should it be though.... At least lighter in colors. But probably yellowish or greenish.
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?