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Onrefni Setnad Taeper*
I am an arctic gypsy come hither to enjoy the warm, crackling fires of Hell. I have ferried across the Mississippi with a hooded man; he had a record deal and told me he once had played the drums, mentioning … Continue reading
Hell is to the North
They say the way is often well-paved and leads down along the map. But I have wondered, lying listening to the constant rain, about the benefits of concrete and steel until it dawns on me. The say that Mecca is … Continue reading