When people go into a shell, they go into a shell.
When I go into a shell, I go into a sound proof, concrete den made of fired up bricks and mortar, surrounded by gunny bags, hidden ammunition placed in a bunker deep inside the ground, and hibernate uncomfortably till I suspect things to be sunny again.
This makes me sad.
This must be doodled.
When I go into a shell, I go into a sound proof, concrete den made of fired up bricks and mortar, surrounded by gunny bags, hidden ammunition placed in a bunker deep inside the ground, and hibernate uncomfortably till I suspect things to be sunny again.
This makes me sad.
This must be doodled.
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