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Translation of poem:

(138)

I know that I hung, on a windy tree, for all of nine nights, wounded with a spear, and given to Óðinn, myself to myself, on that tree, which no man knows, from what roots it runs.

(139)

They gave me no bread. They gave me no mead. I looked down, with a loud cry I took up runes from that tree I fell.

(140)

Potent songs nine from the famed son I learned of Bölthorn, Bestla’s sire,and a draught obtained of the precious mead, drawn from Odhrærir.

(These are rough translations from various sources)

Daikaiju

Monster Bash 2009 Shootout

Hosted by: Ed Selby & Malloy Martini

Model: D'Lilah D'Lite

MUA: Ruby Dystroy & Jennifer Denise

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Nikon D50; 50mm f/1.8; 20mm ext tube

Kodak Duaflex 2