the stalker.
again, life throws me rusty coffin nails and shattered glass.
" that fucking asshole who is stalking the entire human race", he must be one busy little bee.
i do however feel that i am doing a rather good job at keeping it together,
at least for now. smiiiiiiiiiile.
ludde (carrying a newspaper) and i, outside the monastery in ystad.
a gloomy picture to match the entry.
