vell hello all, its been a vhile, i have missed you all and now i vill be back very soon, heres the update, im single again, i have more piercings and tats (photos to come) and i have been vorking a heap, here is a little something i wrote its a continuing thing so keep posted
The Chronicles of Armethius
(Chapter One)
Vhy is it vhen ve are so down and thoughts of death linger on our minds like carrion birds to a vaterless man in the dessert, that our existences make the most sense? Or vhy vhen ve can't see a reason to continue is it that a form of clarity is achieved? And vhy the hell do I feel so crowded vhen I am so alone? Are all these