The Land Of Black Leaves
The Master commands and I obey.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I've found your trail, Traitor.
Little pig, little pig, you will let me in,
No matter how much you say, 'No, no, by the hair on my chiny, chin, chin.'
Then I'll hack, and I'll slash, and collapse your ribcage in.
The L(x)ne Hunter
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March 22, 2011 at 12:44 PM
I'm afraid of the big bad wolf.
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