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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."

when the children cry.

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.

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answer the call



The Sturmbannwehrmachts.

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Erin
Sharr
Fai
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Meet my braindead music.


Fraktur! Fraktur!