I advocate pursuit of pure, unadulterated METAL. There is no force on Earth, human or hymenopteran, that can stop me from controlling your minds.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
a nocturne
I long to feel the beating of your cloven hooves. across the darkened fields, i hear the howling of wolves. the harvest planted, fire burned to embers, mead vessels empty, the horned goddess has sown her own harvest.
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