[ ♰... “THE SLAUGHTER” {:} RADJA ]. the self made something good in hell, The tense and terrifying aura from him will not necessarily start here immediately. The sharp gaze of the 'killer' is filled with cheers, this face hides a pleasant expression. His body smelled rancid as if people would immediately hate him, he was cool with what he said in front of all of them, cowards.

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198. “Mind—Wishes” trying to calm a head full of cold whispers is unimportant and will be rubbish in the end. shot full of disappointment as cold as the night wind in the middle of a speeding train.

the skull on display cast a gaze full of hatred full of lingering compassion. percussion cigarettes are ready to accompany tonight's learning, wasting time with crocodile-filled thugs.

Plainchant at that moment, in the room that was abounding further to echoes of the electric guitar and drums that he played in the space was congested alongside the aspects of melancholia and liaison. He was going sociopathic since in this spot was where he wanted to be, like a soul mate; strains along with the gratification fee-fees like a far-flung memoirs. Diurnal course he lavishes listening to music, playing musical instruments or he’ll write beguilling lyrics about his ladylove It'll be crafted into a delightful to hear rhythms ‘since there is a melody he discovers that somehow stimulates his thoughts over his sweetheart then he plays or even replays it ‘till he falls asleep. Composed in a great song's phrase. @Guitkrist for his sustained ascendancy of incredible music.