a reasonably constabulary dissection of the resonating nature of malcontent in the subcultures of apparent merovingian descendant observers (or TITS UP THE DUTCH, I(')M ON FIRE)
and a related note, i hope i have not accidentally stolen the main theme of this (which is alterd ever so for each repartition (or(or)).) i feaer i have, but i cannot remember where ive stolen it from. its an old song anyhows. fun to boot.
i think im done.
edit. go on, tell me, who voted 0 for no apparent reason again. tell me. it doesn't make much sense why people do that for no good reason.
Please contact me if you would like to use this in a project. We can discuss the details.