go with your humane murder?
the footsteps grew louder, came closer and closer to the doorway . .
even as I spoke them. I looked at Iron John who shook his head no.
front of the exit portal. Inner door is closed and sealed before the
Eleven days to go. The morning market had better produce something.
Everything I suppose. We do not practice censorship. We transmit all
about?
it. I was surrounded by people stopped in the act of speaking,
It was sent from the future and through a malfunction got out of
and in the name of The Stainless Steel Rats I would like to thank