Last Night I dreamt.... Blixa Bargeld loved me....
Things are going as expected. . . . Oh the magic of Tindervittles on a hot summer night. . . Mikhail is missed. Him and his night jasmine. Damn moon farmers. . . Note to self *spit on gothic children next time you get the chance*
Lovely people of Live Journal land.....I have a wonderfull talented friend who would be an asset to livejounal land. I wanted to give him a code...but i gave mine out ...and to STRANGERS even! ARGH! Damn yahoo gothic/industrial chat
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you make a fire here in my heart, made not of love but only hate and for the fuel there in your soul an inferno to consume you whole and world without end through tempest and storm your soul be a fire to keep my heart warm . . check out the rosy cross