| Bloody lilies. Just picture it. |


When a King Loses His CrownThe early morning traffic rush was practically a steel circus. Instead of the chimes and calls of "Come one, come all," the air was a messenger of blaring car horns and foul mouthed insults. Alf Hilton was particularly easy to any, and held a tightly balled fist against the trumpet symbol fading from constant wear in the middle of his steering wheel. He was the center of his own universe, and felt he needed a crown to prove it. His standards were always unreasonable, and his judgments unfair.When a King Loses His Crown
He had finally made it to the street of his destination, drinking what he considered to be an especially average cup of coffee when h


The Lilies Are BleedingMy lilies are my most prized possession. Hand picked. I will only take the most supremely beautiful specimens. They must be white as an angels wings, and so soft and delicate to the touch that you must be careful of the harm you bring to them. Perhaps it is selfish of me to hoard them as I do. But as it is I who takes them first, it is I who shall enjoy them, their sweet, intoxicating scent and their soothing elegance.The Lilies Are Bleeding
To listen to the lilys voice is to hear the sound of unrestrained magnificence, fine tuned to stir the soul into a passionate uproar. It is for this reason that I keep my lilies, one dozen at a time, at


The Closest EnemySome murderers see their work as an art form. If their piece is a success, they will continue on with their life, outside of jail. However, with the limited capability of understanding humans possess, combined with their narrow mindedness, the true secret of a killer can go entirely missed.The Closest Enemy
The following is a video log of young man recording his last moments. It spends its time quietly residing in a dark, silent evidence room, calling out to whoever may hear its cry. Upon deaf ears will its shrill screams always fall.
The video starts off recording the youth adjusting his camera. His room is entirely dark, not a sing


SpidersThese fucking spiders I have no idea where theyre coming from. Admittedly, Im not the cleanliest person around, but for a bachelor living in a small place by himself, its not that bad.Spiders
I first noticed two of them coming out of a small hole in the wall. Further inspection revealed a problem I never would have predicted. There were so many of them that I nearly shit myself. Of course I called the exterminators. It would be two days before they could get out here. Needless to say, I got a hotel room. When they finally arrived, they failed to identify the types of spiders I had. Didnt matter. The poison
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In hypocrisy we trust.
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Si vis pacem, para bellum.
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Keep on rockin' in the free world.
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Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein
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Blog: [link]
Gaia: [link]
Gaptr: [link]
Paypal: abbie_luvs_u(a)hotmail.com
Twitter: [link]
Youtube: [link]
--
In hypocrisy we trust.
~
Si vis pacem, para bellum.
~
Keep on rockin' in the free world.
~
Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein
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Blog: [link]
Gaia: [link]
Gaptr: [link]
Paypal: abbie_luvs_u(a)hotmail.com
Twitter: [link]
Youtube: [link]
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TEKKEN IS THE MOST BADASS GAMES OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TEKKEN IS THE MOST BADASS GAMES OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TEKKEN IS THE MOST BADASS GAMES OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!
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In hypocrisy we trust.
~
Si vis pacem, para bellum.
~
Keep on rockin' in the free world.
~
Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein
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