Oh, yeah.

My fucking head.

Can one just be temporarily dead for a while? Like, skip me a few years until this neo-fascist bullshit is over?

Thanks.

Target: 900 words
Written: 749 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Robinson Crusoe, Daniel Defoe
Comics: 100 Bullets: Lono 1-4
Music: New Maps Of Hell, Bad Religion