Yesterday I created my first guild in World of Warcraft: Blood Pact. From the Guild Information:
Welcome to Blood Pact!
We have a limit of six members, plus alts. Our goal is to complete all heroic dungeons and set up a formidable arena team!
Loot rules. Right now we don't have an enchanter, so:
Need - if you need
Greed - if you don't need
Mission 1: Get everybody up to 80
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
OK - re-made the layout. Deleted most of the trash posts that have been lingered here choking the blog for too long. Now, there will only be quality (well to some extent at least) posts and pictures and every post will tell a story one way or another.
This might mean fewer posts, but less garbage. For those interested in garbage (I know I am) - there is always Twitter.
This might mean fewer posts, but less garbage. For those interested in garbage (I know I am) - there is always Twitter.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Slime
oh pretty slime
choking me up
building up
won't you climb
your little way
so I can spit you up?
come now
come through my nose
gush out of my mouth
don't linger
choking me up
come now
pretty slime?
choking me up
building up
won't you climb
your little way
so I can spit you up?
come now
come through my nose
gush out of my mouth
don't linger
choking me up
come now
pretty slime?
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Utmattad
A swedish poem written by me, some time ago. Not applicable to my life today, but applicable to some I'm sure.
att segla rakt in i stormen
in i dess dreglande käft
utan revade segel och utan eftertanke
varje gång
det är inte klokt
det är att vara en mus
som inte vet att styra
nu ligger jag där
på däck
utmattad i mina egna spyor
mitt skepp förs bort från stormen
och jag kan inte styra tillbaka
fast sirenerna kallar på mig
jag kommer tillbaka
att segla rakt in i stormen
in i dess dreglande käft
utan revade segel och utan eftertanke
varje gång
det är inte klokt
det är att vara en mus
som inte vet att styra
nu ligger jag där
på däck
utmattad i mina egna spyor
mitt skepp förs bort från stormen
och jag kan inte styra tillbaka
fast sirenerna kallar på mig
jag kommer tillbaka
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