After...The seas have dried out. The trains have come to a shrieking holt. The hounds of the abyss cease to howl. The prisons have closed their doors. The pigs have no one to arrest except themselves. The drugs no longer have an effect. When it's all over. All I'll remember is you
Henry RollinsAbout author
- Author's profession: Musician
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 13, 1961
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