THE LOUD MUSIC OF THE SKY

the thunder's noise is our delight, and lightning makes us day by night

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

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Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
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Anonymous said...

very emo.

Wtf Schwacked & Gingerbread left Entombed!?!

We gotta get into a new guild :(

August 31, 2007 at 2:23 PM

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