Hallihallo, friends at Deviant Art!

Just some minutes ago I wanted read my messages.

But, when I show up at my site, at the top I must read this:
"deviantART is currently in read-only mode for system maintenance".

OK, but that was exactly what I want: to READ . . .

But it was not possible to read my messages, that's why DA was in read-only mode.

Hey guys, is THAT logical?



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If you read my journals, you know that I killed one more than US President Obama.
One more. [link]

Now it's time to kill again: once here was the "Hate-Raine-Contest", first prize was that I have to kill the winner (killing in a story, not real. I write that only for those who don't know me and look first time into my journal, maybe some dumbasses would suspect a crime . . . ).
As a big surprise everybody won the contest, so if they want I kill them all.

If you are a winner, and still want to die, then fav my "I want to die"-stamp or raise hand now.



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I got TWO flies with one strike with a swatter.
That is one more than President Barack Obama got in that TV-show.
I am doubleplusgood than the President of the United States!
Hooray for myself!

And now please all my watchers in CHORUS:
Yay for doubleplusgood flykiller Raine!

EDIT EDIT EDIT!
IMPORTANT NEWS:
If someone catch my Kiriban 30.000, I load up a foto of the doubleplusgood killed dead fucking twin-flies.



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No, I'm NOT talking about Bill Gates' nipples.

Nipplegate, nipplegate, I can't hear that no more.
Those Americans . . .

I mean, maybe it is because I'm only a colour-blind racist, but Janet Jackson looked like a pretty ancient statue. Nice:



If you at the other hand look at germans chancellor Miss Piggy from the muppetshow that is camouflaged as the german christian party -
if you look at that, THAT is a gate. The gate of hell or the wardrobe of the high society for the opera:



omg. gasp! I have no idea which opera that was, but I have the evil suspect it was the Beauty and the B(r)east. Without the beauty, in that case.

At last, want to see MY nipples? Looks like that:



(Once I promised to kill some of my friends, as prizes in the "Hate-Raine-Contest". Maybe this journal is killing some. For the rest who stay alive though, I will write soon the promised kill-story. I promise!)

Yours
Nipplekiller Raine



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GF: "I'm black."
Me: "What?"
GF: "I am black, and you are white."
Me: "No prob, I'm a colour-blind racist."
GF: "Good."

(I know, I know. Don't write me hundreds of notes now, in which you are telling me that black and white are no colours. I already know that.)



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