Drucifer

I walk a dangerous line, somewhere between heaven and hell. I speak with angels, consort with devils. All the while, I ride, cigarette hanging from my mouth, down the desert road, onward toward oblivion.

I walk a dangerous line, somewhere between heaven and hell. I speak with angels, and consort with devils. All the while I ride, engine screaming, cigarette hanging from my mouth, down this desert road, onward toward oblivion. -From "The Thirteen" by me.

Random A64 3400 Claw system, stuffed in a Sonata.

Proud member of the S754 club.