WanderWald

In it's impulsive instinct the imperial ill tempered instigators issue a insinuating illusion of illumination. Imploring with their index fingers to the innocent and impure, illiterate and introverted alike, it is an issue of instants untill the immoral instrument of insane, insidious, insects inaugurates an institution impenetratable from the inside in which we will all be indigenous inmates. In such instance, involvement of an incisive, intrepid, incognito icon might be our only hope for independance intact. I am indeed one such inspired individual.