scylis

I don't know how much longer I will be able to type or communicate with the world at large. From the noises outside, the monster from Cloverfield (or perhaps some similar ineffable aberration) has struck upon the city in which I now dwell, and I shall surely be devoured and/or rent asunder in moments.

Either that or the guys in the snow plows need to learn not to fucking scrape up the pavement at 3-fucking-am.