I was once a beautiful flower, but my tortured soul has left me with a desire to burn things. Where once i would dance and sing as i merrily jaunted through the lush pastures, now I publically urinate upon the children of the meadow. Fear my wrath.

i love war its great, but watching bergerac is on a par, and visiting tombs... it gets me in the mood, naaah meeeeean, i started up my own religion with Annika Rice as god... it was really shit so i burnt some things like watches, shoe horns and that orphanage... i got a little carried away in the moment.