thedevilman

Hunt went well.

Though I have fed at the trough of one who thought I was sexy - I am far from saited.

I must hunt again.

I can't get no satisfaction.

I can, however, get wholesale debauchery and low living. Why am I in such a strange mood? Change of seasons? Moon phase? Network programmers?

Dunno - just shut up and drive.

Must be slaked.