aaa ta ma vota esta wea,
piko.... sin mucho ke decir
saluos a todos ..................
Speak, Marauder!
Pay no heed to the fool in the field so far and gray... with spies like the serpents underfoot and rodents. Legs of wood... burlap, canvas, belt and hood and screams like freezing rusty nails and stitches running through his neck.
There's straw in his brain and his clothing is stained with mice, small newts, and the perfectly maimed! Don't look under his hood in the place where he stood or you'll find yourself running from the rook in the wood!
Wind and leaves are rustling, turning, naked branches reaching, reaching... Taunted vigil, weeping on his stick... now he's bleeding. He can hear the pest and when it's gnawing through! Rope and rowan cast him when the raven flew! He can be the darkness in the trees and feel the hollow and then frighten children far too young for this winter. He can live and breathe and die and talk again! Always in the glade where dark and chill begin!
He stalks the patch at night and scratch... and fly!
Stepping lightly, tries so hard to stain... underneath!
And then crawls the dampened earth like fog... tasting blades!
And then falling back until he sleeps... screaming softly!
Brained and stained and perfectly maimed... under the hood where he stood in the wood... brained and stained and perfectly maimed... under the hood where he stood in the wood...
On June 12 2009
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l_f3mf474l3_l
On 15/06/2009
Weeena po zorron jajaja
tanto tiempo!
komo te a tratado la vida!
se te exa de meno esos bailes de las aletas ke me daba risa xD
ojala nos veamo luego en algun mambo
un beso xapulin
dragmaxgotica
On 15/06/2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUsrpsOFZ8s&feature=channel
del 2.25 al 2.56... xD
(K)
![Come here please!!!! -
aaa ta ma vota esta wea,
piko.... sin mucho ke decir
saluos a todos ..................
[b]Speak, Marauder! [/b]
[i]Pay no heed to the fool in the field so far and gray... with spies like the serpents underfoot and rodents. Legs of wood... burlap, canvas, belt and hood and screams like freezing rusty nails and stitches running through his neck.
There's straw in his brain and his clothing is stained with mice, small newts, and the perfectly maimed! Don't look under his hood in the place where he stood or you'll find yourself running from the rook in the wood!
Wind and leaves are rustling, turning, naked branches reaching, reaching... Taunted vigil, weeping on his stick... now he's bleeding. He can hear the pest and when it's gnawing through! Rope and rowan cast him when the raven flew! He can be the darkness in the trees and feel the hollow and then frighten children far too young for this winter. He can live and breathe and die and talk again! Always in the glade where dark and chill begin!
He stalks the patch at night and scratch... and fly!
Stepping lightly, tries so hard to stain... underneath!
And then crawls the dampened earth like fog... tasting blades!
And then falling back until he sleeps... screaming softly!
Brained and stained and perfectly maimed... under the hood where he stood in the wood... brained and stained and perfectly maimed... under the hood where he stood in the wood...
[/i]
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