Acrid smelling dust...er...barbed wire tearing the flesh open...Chop!! Chop!!
Misfired electrons churned out every nanosecond...that's an efficient me @ my arid best.
Special Sting Note: All the words you see here belong to my mind. While it is encouraging to know I maybe an author worth copying, but I suggest just not yet. If you still insist, the least you can do is drop me a line with the quoted text at: shivranjini [at] gmail [dot] com.
