Friday, 31 August 2007

My Girl

My lady is like a dream
from which I never want to wake

Her hair dances in the wind
the fire is in her moves
the gentle flow of her love
keeps me down to earth

Never would I want to
hurt her, lose her, leave her
for she is and will forever be
my ladyfriend, my girl

She protects me
she encourages me
she stimulates me
she loves me

And I love her, of course
from the bottom of my
aching, scorch├Ęd heart
I love her till it hurts.

Tuesday, 28 August 2007

Saturday, 25 August 2007

Tuesday, 14 August 2007

Tuesday, 7 August 2007

US troops in Iraq get new weaponry: Lightsabers


"It's great for cutting the bread, too," says private Killing Machine (pictured).

Monday, 6 August 2007

A quick guide to: Dark Ages

Step 1: Close all doors and windows of your home.

Step 2: Switch off all electric appliances.

Step 3: Lock yourself up in a closet.

Step 4: Scream.

Step 5: Wait. It could take a while before anyone finds you. Maybe ages. Dark ages.



In other news: President Bush has the right to read all my stuff. No matter if I never ever visit the United Bloody States of Bloody America.
Hi, George. Welcome to my blog.

Sunday, 5 August 2007

Walking my pet droid...


Go and leave your oil mark already, Artoo.

Friday, 3 August 2007

And the children, too!

When I grow up, I want to be a psychopath.

Honestly. What better way to show appreciation to whatever entity that created you, than to prove the excellent quality of you by killing random strangers in the night and putting them on display for the whole world to see?

I do not, however, like war. War is ugly. Fights should be mann gegen mann, without a platoon of gun wielders to guard your back.

Survival of the fittest. Survival of the best.

I want to embody evolution. I want to hunt, make war, make love to many women, grow better, have lots of offspring... and then die fighting.


...nah. I like my life just fine. My name isn't Hannibal Lecter.