Review: Sigh – Goh-Ka
Goh-ka or goh-kan’t. There is no try.
Goh-ka or goh-kan’t. There is no try.
The gift that keeps on giving.
The call is coming from inside the asylum.
Shabti? I barely know ye!
If these trees could talk, they’d be therapists.
Can’t spell “experimentation” without “peri(l).”
Joy is dead. Long live joy.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.
Are we leaving for greener pastures? Or are the best times truly behind us?
Biblically accurate tech death.