Holy crap. I'm impressed. Well done mate. Well done. Nice. When it was done, did it feel gloomy? Did it rain? Hard? And then the world opened up and the skies drenched onto you like the iron clad gray battleship slices through the most crystal clear waters of the early morning before the fiercest storms of yesteryear and as the wetness enveloped you completely and wholly it brought you into another dimension as you let yourself become completely absorbed in the paradigm shift of the earth's metaphorical yearning for the common man to rise above the bourgeoisie during the third day of the uprising when all seemed lost and the enchantments began to have their effects rub off? And then you cried? Hard?
