Just a Name. "She smells like angels ought to smell." Consumed in her, she knows me. "Find me." She cries. But all I can see is her flowing black hair. She climbs, up, clinging to the walls. Her ample visage for all to behold. Pure. Hot. Sex. And I've created her. I blink, and she jumps from wall to ceiling. She looks at me and winks as she pulls the house down. And as the world ends, I can't help but think this was a bad way to kill myself. Sulfer. "Worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth going to hell for. | �Repitition of Hatred�Loveless Avenue�Burn Out (and) Fade Away �Plofile�Notes�Host�Archive� |