The warm glow of the phosphor
The warm glow of the phosphor burns your eyes, as the rhythmic echo of the keyboard rings in your ears. Day and night blend into one, and time stands still.
Rascals are always sociable, and the chief sign that a man has any nobility in his character is the little pleasure he takes in others company. Arthur Schopenhauer
The warm glow of the phosphor burns your eyes, as the rhythmic echo of the keyboard rings in your ears. Day and night blend into one, and time stands still.