Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontingent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape.

Vart är du babe? Har letat efter dig i flera dagar nu, helvete börjar ju få ångest.
Mvh Trafikverket. :*

Steve very much recommend.

From Steve from Minecraft.
Made by Mojang.
Nemesis: Herobrine.

i like my border security like i like my sex, sure i have boundaries but occasionally i let a mexican man sneak in

+rep very good player :D

+rep. VERY GOOD AIMLOCK, OMG HAXOR.