I was born to destitute crab apple farmers in the Carpathian Mountains. When I was three years old, my father ran away to Finland with the local barmaid. My mother was devastated, and began to neglect herself, the crab apple crop, and most of all my young, impressionable self. After several years of her insanity and disregardance, a young monastic novice from a nearby abbey took pity on me, and spirited me away in the middle of the night, as my increasingly unhinged mother slept in the bed next to mine...
To be continued. (Jitensha, 2005)
say something to me, dangit
Bobby Jon eats apeshit
04/29/08
Sigvold
04/26/08
aMourningGlory
04/23/08
Thank you!
Cherri
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PiggiesR4Me
04/22/08
aMourningGlory
04/18/08
Happy weekend, too.
big fat ugly jed
04/09/08
AlreadyFuzzy
04/09/08
AlreadyFuzzy
04/09/08
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sadllama
04/09/08
Elwayfan
04/09/08
say something to me, dangit