POSTINGS
01
07
2013
Butcher ABC - Bolt Slaughter
- Posted 4 months ago
- Reblogged from grindandgore with
- 8 notes
- Permalink
- death metal
- Butcher ABC
- brutal death metal
11
10
2012
- Posted 6 months ago
- Reblogged from ingrindwetrust with
- 14 notes
- Permalink
- butcher abc
- grindcore
- japan grindcore
08
24
2012
- Posted 9 months ago
- Reblogged from zombiesandcereal with
- 8 notes
- Permalink
- goregrind
- butcher abc
- naru
- gasmask
08
19
2012
- Posted 9 months ago
- Reblogged from zombiesandcereal with
- 4 notes
- Permalink
- goregrind
- Butcher ABC
- naru
About Me
Krizt, 21, Mex. Hi guys . Not much to say really, I'm just a girl who loves music, art, watch movies, zombies and chocolate; simple things in life. I really like to laugh, if you can make me laugh, I'll be yours forever. Proud to be a metalhead, I love all forms and styles of metal, but basically Death, Brutal Death, Grindcore, Pornogore, Noisegrind, Goregrind, Gutural Slamming, Porngrind, Deathgrind, Cybergrind, Cybernoise; I also like a variety of different genres such as EBM, Crust Punk, Sludge, D-beat, Neocrust, Jazz, 80's, 90's, JRock, JPop, Progressive Rock, Alternative and Classical, music is the best thing in my life. Tattoos, Piercings, Harry Potter, Magic, Mythology, Play musical instruments, Zombies, Gore, Music, Comics, Dragons, Chocolate, Coffee, Winter, Norway, The Legend of Zelda, Pokemon, Vikings, World of Warcraft, Snow, Tim Burton, Quentin Tarantino, George A. Romero, Edgar Allan Poe, J. K. Rowling, H. P. Lovecraft, Lucio Fulci, George R. R. Martin, Disney, Gantz, Old school anime, Books, Green tea, Horror movies, Sci-fi, Rain, Moon, Animals, Halloween, Paraphilias, Movie freak, Star Wars, Video games... POWERVIOLENCE! 













Favorite Quote
My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I’ll lay you down, I’ll dress you all in yellow silk, and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword. And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, but you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.
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