It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Her gece seni ziyaret ediyorlar/ Her gece geliyorlar/ Parça ve parça/ Senin beyinini çalıyorlar/ Ve o onların ANNESİNE yediriyorlar - Edward Monkton
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