Quake3World

Dead at 82

Zzzzzzzzzzzzz

rip you did art good

you encited emotion to the willing

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.

As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure,
When one is gone and far.

(L. Cohen)

finally killed himself, ey?