Lemming's Insane Ranting

The battelfield lay pristine no more, it's once lovingly paved lines lay creased and pitted with crumbly brown and black debris. How soon till others come, to feast on the deacying sweat flesh? I fought bravely but could no longer resist, such is the pain and folly of war?

Just hours after I laid out my sheets, I found crumbs from my Marks & Spencer Chocolate Cookie binge...

Over the Air: Piano Quintet in A minor, Op. 14 - Saint-Saens