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The Novelist

ruttn
"I am Rüttn Stârjnä. I am a unicorn fart. I was born out of the butthole of a unicorn called Nikaisora. Someday i'll die. Between now and then i'm going to keep my shit together and sing my fucking heart out. I love unicorns. They're my people. One day i'll write a real biography."

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when the children cry. Sunday, August 20, 2006 |

we all love kids... who doesnt... But these are what came up in my nightmares.... seriously...
ayukz.... sorry, i know you its ur nephew but i think she's a permaisuri... bout the eye. sorry its only an edit. so we're cool right? heh... oh the first pic, ladies and gentlemen... its a french baby corpse... there are sick people in the past too...
























who to have thought such things like this exist? a child raised and were thought to be hostile among others whom their forefathers regard one community as enemies. there will be no peace until children stop crying.

Key Elle |



Ok, new piture updates. So we did went to KL, cought up with Force Vomit and then introdueced us to The Times and hell they are damn oh so great fun people. I say KL is a great place for us cheap assholes, honestly. Ok, so i still have yet to get the p0ictures from A.J. but ive got like only 2 so far and yes i met a friend there. Iqbal's the name. See ,how you can do wonders with myspace. yeah. so he asked me to edit some of his pictures too so yep, here we go. The Times and us and us with them rockstars at Mezequite 52.
























And Mr. Iqbal amd friends from Kay Elle.


answer the call



The Sturmbannwehrmachts.

Matilda
Enemiko
Erin
Sharr
Fai
Aeriel

Meet my braindead music.


Fraktur! Fraktur!