kenkantor: It wasn't his fault that that I always hate food to go.
kenkantor: The last of the first responders.
kenkantor: We've got to stop meeting like this.
kenkantor: Shelterig in plaash.
kenkantor: I waited and I waited and I waited.
kenkantor: But what were they for?
kenkantor: Green is the color of envy and decay.
kenkantor: Through a Chinese window.
kenkantor: Polytheistic mandala.
kenkantor: My wet dream.