Last edited by Moonspellheim; 31-08-2011 at 03:49.
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
Νταξ για τον τελευταίο απο το καρτούν βαριέμαι να ψάχνω φώτο, αλλά ΕΥΚΟΛΑ Ζάχος Χατζηφωτίου.
kai gw
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Today 20:54 <Leech> o typos einai o rat_poison eykola
Spoiler
lolwat?
Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;
από πού στο διάλο είναι αυτό, νομίζω πως το ξέρω αλλά έχω κολλήσει
Γιατί δε με θες κυρά μου; Επειδή είμαι ψαράς;