Max
Call to dutyThe stench of the rotting flesh hung heavy in the air and the poor human thought his nose would melt off his face when a low rumbling summons interrupted his musing of self-pity. “Gair.”Call to duty
With familiar ease, his name rolled off the tongue of his dark lord, and Gair savored the tingling sensation it brought. Every resounding syllable uttered by his lord Rafe flowed over him like a sacred endowment sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. Each word directed at him by the Máistir (Master) was a gift to be treasured and the lowly human reveled in the direct attention of this great lord. The Máistir stood before him now, his clothi
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"I know of no country in which there is so little independence of mind and real freedom of discussion as in America." - Alexis de Tocqueville
Punk rock is dead, play Black Metal
Escapism is necessary when you can't escape America.
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♥ When You stand, the tall trees and mountains bow
When You speak, the fiercest of oceans is still
And I see the sinner seek devotion
The lost become chosen, and I fall to my knees
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Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.
^_^
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-Chase
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Yannick De Smet | Norke.be | #DigitalMedia | #dAmnBelgians
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ICH WILL BRENNEN!!
Many thanks for the watchies!
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Yes, I DO turn into an eight-eyed monster when the sun goes down.
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Self Portrait:
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