A small poem about hunger for shooting :)
The winter is almost over, the spring is on the nose,
i woke up this morning and i thought who knows
I woke up with feeling, which is hard to describe,
it fells like hunger or like cola light
maybe more like hunger, hunger not for eat
but for shooting strangers screaming in the street
shooting not with shotgun, not with bullets no!
but with supersampler loaded with X-pro!