Thursday, November 6, 2014. Hanging for the birds and animals to eat them. REMEMBER THIS IT IS IMPORTANT LATER. He came therefore, and took away His body . IF I SAW SOMETHING LIKE THIS THAT WOULD BE PROOF ENOUGH FOR ME! .

Moi et tout ce qui me passionne.

Piccoli racconti sulla vita quotidiana o meno di una giovane attivista precariadisoccupata in Europa nel XXI secolo. Segui Precarie Storie via mail. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. We need to admit it. What is No Borders? Cercando tra i blog. Diario di una stagista per bene.

The Theory of Nothing Chapter Two. Juke was home to all sorts of garish entertainments, but the epitome of all its raucous debauchery was a small, seedy arena called simply The Kill Room. Spectators steadily entered its doors every evening it opened. At night the floors were swept clean of blood, but the stains still remained red on the concrete ground like open wounds. Deaths happened, and it was a thrilling, horrifying thing to witness.

Si seulement on pouvait arrêter le temps.