Passons, je suis de retour, en pleine forme avec des milliers de dessins a poster .

En blogg verd å sløse bort tid på. Trondheim går stadig nedover som studentby, men jeg tror jeg snakker til alle elever i Norge når jeg sier at feriesystemet er en hindring for utdannelsen vår.

Vas-tu renaître, cicatriser? Pénètre. Ma fleur du mal se sent mâle. Et vide de vie, de toute envie. Je revis car je suis au creux de tes bras. Putrides sont tes pensées, tétaniques sont tes actes. Subscribe to my blog! He secrets of the black arts. De mes main tu connaitra. La chose la plus douce qui soit; la mort.

Friday, July 31, 2009. Merciless invasion deep into the crust. Bones twisted beyond imagination,. Burned bodies lying upside down. Skull deformation, this nameless extinction. Shackles of blood rusted barbwire. Tormented visions of the past echoes. A civilization burned by its own fire. Child turned slaves, mother turned whores. Defiant creature in its own miserable curse. Deriving pleasure from an undeniable apathy. Where xenophobia becomes the truest friend. Where poison quenches the extreme thirst.