Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
I just got back from Hell And all is not well. I drove my truck Into bad luck, Now, I'm fucked. I sit here in Hell, And all is not...