Every night when Tiger tries to shake me alive, I dream of scanners. It occured to me today. It's very strange. A secret hand holds the grip of my subconscious mind. Scanners!?! Why?!?
Voice is a bit rusty this evening. Comes from heavy verbal abuse. Today for 385 minutes. Now I'm desperate to sweeten it up and to do that I'm goona spoil it with
Catch you later!