“Sukura!”, he shouted, while adminstsde I ee. You fleuo`? I see, none of this makes sense. It is overflowing: not today, but tomorrow will be the day when monsters crack heads open in a short eat-o-mania. We feel safe, in this world we have. And still, there are other worlds we know nothing of, but which are populated by red, little bastards. Aliens, one might say. Petestrials, I would say. None of this is supposed to be a sunny day’s truth, you see? Indeed, it is raining outside. Continue reading ‘Hair-Head’