IRC-Galleria

The beast raises his head and says: i am the only thing you need! i want to cut his head off but fear paralyzes me, the beast fetters my being to his own diabolical means and again i'm a slave.
my reasons to be here, music in it's all splendournes, impulsive addictions of legal/illegal substances and love to all honest cell moving out there, but i fear that the first two things has created this persistent beast and it's moving swiftly to ravage the last one. Can i kill the beast without destroying the fine elements that gave birth to this unsightly creation or elaborate the beast in to a beauty? allthought how i can do anything because the fear lurks in profounds of my mind...