Sunday, August 23, 2009

MATS GRÖNMARK


A man with a face of steel and a heart of cotton candy. A voice from outer space and wild gray curls flying above. A prophet for those who will listen. A wall of sound that will come crashing down with vengeful force upon all those who bring deceit. A gold mine hidden deep inside the mud.
Once again I have struck gold.

MATS GRÖNMARK CLAM WITHOUT A SHELL


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