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Viking heart.

I think it's time for me to make my "come out" ("coming out" of the Atlantic): I like the Vikings.
Barbs, forked, twisted, bulging, even those held by drinking too much.
That one, I wish I could say I shot him a portrait during a drunken night in a tavern, near Reykjavik, after a hard day in a fierce battle hard against invaders.

But none of that.

I drew, that the gods punish me, watching a big fat nanar: Skyline.