My pain belongs to the divine. It is like air. It is like water.
Madness string 101900
Rule of thumb for these machines. If peeling steel off a solid metal chunk is child's play for these machines, your soft squishy flesh is not even an afterthought or a bump in the road.
With roses made from madness his garden there was made, a blue world riding on the words of the dreamer's subconscious lust.