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Harvested our World.

Eden shut; Life forgotten.

Green Sanctuary.

depp-å-esi

lika roligt.

det är alltid lika roligt att av familj bli påmind om hur värdelös man är, och hur bestämd ens framtid är. du ska göra det här, Christofer-lille, annars kan du lika gärna jobba på ICA resten av livet, om du ens får jobb där.

fuck you, family.

Children of War

Bound by Dreams and forgotten by Mind,
~~~~~shattered by Man and his endless War,
~~~~~Living--it would seem--lies not within the reach of the living.
Whether or not Eden forever lies in ruins,
~~~~~We shall never come to know,
~~~~~for the cage of Age & leash of Society shall--until Destruction--prevent its cyclopean restoration.
Alas, with no Death, there shall be no Living,
~~~~~and so I urge to kill and slaughter and maim,
~~~~~so that the Children of War may live what we could not: Life.

...jefla fucking piss-blogg som ej later mig skriva blanks som jag vill. wtf?

Enter the Tomb of Terror and smell the pungent fear of children riding and skies falling; introduce yourself to the other side and see with delight the sight of the might of the Others, and live to see the world through different eyes, eyes soiled with expectancy of remorse.

quiz

...with a quizzical look at the canvas he asks aloud: "oh, from whence did this madness of life beget me!"

riddles

oh, how remarkable it is that the insignificant can be so significant in the big picture of life.