"8 Days to Save..."
I got a shock. Terror-mail from the evil hacker, I thought.
8 days to save all my things from my site, then it were all deleted or such . . . Shudders.
Bring the shitty hackers to Guantanamo and cut them in stripes, that's why I want my peace, please (rhymes).
After the doctor brought me back to life, I opened the mail aaaaaaaaaand:
pwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwt!
Only the usual thing: buy this print, or I shoot this little artwork.
OK, now I can go to bed, no danger today.
Yours, the poor and tired
Raine

Don't drink a random trademark. Drink Red Skull!

Devious Comments
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The possibility of physical and mental collapse is now very real.
-Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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It's soooooooooo hard: [link]
Did you know? Chest bumping with suicide-bombers is dangerous! [link]
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