My young flock, I salute you.
We'll start at the beginning of your training terrorists.
You are not free to ignore (or if you did not know you are my strong faith to complain, very naive and you deserve to finish eaten by hungry bums under a bridge in glaucous Haute-Marne) that we live in a society of the spectacle as one might say, where only the image you send yourself a real impact. This rule is also questionable whether it is also valid in the small circle that you've joined, that of terrorism.
The hoods of ETA are not there to hide their vile facies child murderers but to give them a genre. Bin Laden's beard is not a visual mark of piety as he would like to believe the onlookers, but a reminder of the infamous bogeyman, the sole purpose to shake what remains of child's soul.
Once these bases copies asked, you find your own style terrorist. In the way of the teenager who is looking for the next gothistes, tecktonik then he'll have to experiment, fail, start over again, until your mere sight makes your shudder menopausal old neighbor and Orion, her poodle.
For the more experienced of you, you can also become a genius of evil by simply grilling the retina of your life through your appearance. But beware, I repeat but this is reserved for a select few who must be immunized against themselves, if you surprised when your reflection in a mirror you're still to wonder why nature has punished this way, especially not trying no experience.
And if like me you have fear of anything or anyone that you have found your quickdraw big nasty flesh in a sublime green dress leopard print, you can even broadcast your image on the Internet, accompanied by this beloved comic sans ms which certainly cause blindness among the enemy.
Here you must click on the image, but does especially if you do not feel ready or you're not equipped with cardboard glasses purchased at your newsagent to watch the eclipse.
You are not free to ignore (or if you did not know you are my strong faith to complain, very naive and you deserve to finish eaten by hungry bums under a bridge in glaucous Haute-Marne) that we live in a society of the spectacle as one might say, where only the image you send yourself a real impact. This rule is also questionable whether it is also valid in the small circle that you've joined, that of terrorism.
The hoods of ETA are not there to hide their vile facies child murderers but to give them a genre. Bin Laden's beard is not a visual mark of piety as he would like to believe the onlookers, but a reminder of the infamous bogeyman, the sole purpose to shake what remains of child's soul.
Once these bases copies asked, you find your own style terrorist. In the way of the teenager who is looking for the next gothistes, tecktonik then he'll have to experiment, fail, start over again, until your mere sight makes your shudder menopausal old neighbor and Orion, her poodle.
For the more experienced of you, you can also become a genius of evil by simply grilling the retina of your life through your appearance. But beware, I repeat but this is reserved for a select few who must be immunized against themselves, if you surprised when your reflection in a mirror you're still to wonder why nature has punished this way, especially not trying no experience.
And if like me you have fear of anything or anyone that you have found your quickdraw big nasty flesh in a sublime green dress leopard print, you can even broadcast your image on the Internet, accompanied by this beloved comic sans ms which certainly cause blindness among the enemy.
Here you must click on the image, but does especially if you do not feel ready or you're not equipped with cardboard glasses purchased at your newsagent to watch the eclipse.
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