painting the whole place, and it has been raining for the past days. kind of the wrong time to do painting. yesterday it rained and lots of wet paint got washed down, milky drains.
On a deserted island, behind steel yellow doors, lies a room, a niche, a lab (insert dry ice smoke). The people are friendly, cheerful, and always helpful (ok, you can point the gun away now). Step into our world or if you were once part of it, step back in. Savour the flavour