Let's say you're sitting around a camp fire within your living room, on a dark a dreary eve, along with friends whom have stolen the left ventricle of your heart, writing love-letters to your neighbor who borrowed your fireplace, for purpouses if burning the corpses of sacrificed infidels, when all of a sudden, several gallons of coagulated human blood falls upon you from above, drenching you to the bone. That is what we like to call Liquid Metal.
Morduskull · Sat Aug 06, 2005 @ 03:32am · 2 Comments |