tisdag, 18 augusti, 2009
The night is silent, and so are we. Who else dwells in the dark? Oh, none to worry about. Just the creatures. The creatures of the dark.
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tisdag, 18 augusti, 2009
I’m exhausted and covered in blood. But it’s all good, I’m ready. I can finally move on. It’s so bright here…
måndag, 17 augusti, 2009
Sadness cuts so deep through my life it’s like it’s its backbone, the very essence off what it’s made off.
måndag, 17 augusti, 2009
The bomb went off with the second greatest bang in history. Had we succeeded? Only time would tell. Unfortunately time was silent as a wall.
måndag, 17 augusti, 2009
I’m not a vampire. I’m just 300 years old, drink blood and have a thing about garlic and sunshine. Well, all right, maybe I a vampire. But does that mean you can’t love me?
