A Macabre Funeral In A Sepulchral Garden

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds, and open wide to suck it in I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me. Whatever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we, may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Some men just want to watch the world burn.

Thor! Odin's son, protector of mankind. Ride to meet your fate, your destiny awaits. Thor! Hlödyn's son, protector of mankind. Ride to meet your fate. Ragnarök awaits!!!

In the name of music. Shall I cut my wrists, or hang myself high by a violin string?

Hmmmm... Should I return to the world of Tumblr?