There is a bombardment of thoughts happening. I do believe I have the ability to know and or recognize their position – signal and or design. But I’m still stuck and confused lost inside my own skull, how the fuck can I make any sense of this bullshit reality? well, I believe the good man presented you a manual at birthright and it was in shape and design of a book. But what book?
Gotta get some death metal brewing bestial devastating of the sort. That is which kind I like to recommend none other than the fathers themselves Bolt Thrower.
See? I’m not some kind of sick oddity, I am just a fellow hooligan trying to understand this ride.