Fare ye well young traveller. The west wind blows and the foreign shores call ye further more. Do not be swayed by poison ale and painted wenches, for they will smite you down against the rocky shore. In their stead, conquer thee snow capped peaks upon your board of fury,as thy are stout of heart and strong of will. Safe travels.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

FRIEND OR FOE?


There were times when I cherished its presence, It's soothing sound melodicaly tapping at my window and its eveloping scent of purity.....But after living in Hamburg I have now decided that...
THE RAIN IS A WET JERK! It's like that kid in the street your mum would make you go and play with, It was ok for a day because he had cool toys but fuck going again tomorrow!
GO AWAY RAIN!! I WANT TO PLAY WITH SOMEONE ELSE!

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