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Oktober 2009
“I dreamt of a blond maiden. I drew near, and saw she was crying, but her tears were red as blood. I touched her tears and tasted them, and they were wonderfully salty, sharp with spice and savor. B
"In a dream from your childhood you remember playing hiding games with your young friends on a warm summer afternoon. You hide in your parents’ barn, sure you will not be found. Soon, the sweet smel
Idag har jag tagit en bensträckare runt 5km spåret två gånger, pluggat och sugit blod :) Om någon person saknas så är jag inte inblandad, särskilt inte om man finner den hypotetiskt saknade pe
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