Monday, February 7, 2011

satisfying, lets say


ARMAGEDDON, nothing more nothing less


the joy of an Argentinean steak complemented by the euforia of a no-wiper..



Farewell, dark and rolling deep !
Farewell, foreign shore !
Open, in unclouded sweep,
Thou glorious realm before !
Yet, though I had safely pass'd
That weary, vexed main,
One loved voice, through surge and blast,
Could call me back again

WELCOME ONBOARD!