It is a kind of hellish. Left for the viewers a home? Or your left. On my left I see a head. On the right a hole that must be a kind on entrance.
It is a way to tell the day: "I crave for a beer, is it saturday already?"
It is a kind of hellish. Left for the viewers a home? Or your left. On my left I see a head. On the right a hole that must be a kind on entrance.
It is a way to tell the day: "I crave for a beer, is it saturday already?"
Do we have different lefts? Must be a timezone thing. It is what it is, and that is, it doesn't matter what it is. Something like that.
I used to know it was Sunday just by how my head felt when I woke up. I slowed down a lot. Probably for the best!
It is what it is indeed... There is an intrance and the scene is hellish. It could illustrate the work of Dante. There is now a bridge build between continents.
That sounds indeed like a change for the best. For me waking up sundays with a wooden head are a thing of a far away past.