Shadow Goddess

If you don't understand it, you shouldn't be messing with it.

“Hide Yourself Hide from the sun, angel of the night. Let not its harsh rays fall upon thee. You are Night. The peace of the night does not belong in the sad and miserable daylight. Hide yourself, let darkness be your shield, and wait for this struggle to pass. Await the night, my lady, where your realm is complete, where the stars are your eyes, where the moon baths all in your loving glow." -WCS

there’s nothing that’ll fuck you up better than a speedball 

Cause I hate you, do you hate me? Good cause you're so fuckin' beautiful when you're angry, We're both evil in our ways, But neither one of us would ever admit it, Cause one of us would have one up on the other, So forget it.

The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment

Sleepmonger, deathmonger, with capsules in my palms each night, eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles I make arrangements for a pint-sized journey. I'm the queen of this condition. I'm an expert on making the trip and now they say I'm an addict.

I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. A woman like that is not ashamed to die. I have been her kind.

As I sit she begins to strip slowly, she knows how I like it…. All gone but her silk miniskirt she turns around and bends over showing me her ass as she spreads her pussy lips… “Daddy, can I finger myself, please?” I give a nod as she closes her eyes. Silently I undo my belt and lash her inner thigh… The pain catches her by surprise makes her recoil “Sorry Daddy,” she says before I can scold. “You haven’t earned the right to call me Daddy, you fucking whore. I could easily dispose of you and find a couple more. And why at all are you moving your lips? They should be sucking the head of my dick.”

I’m on the fast track to the lake of fire, so I may as well speed up the crash …

There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very good indeed, But when she was bad she was horrid.

Terrible Lie.

and when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste it's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste . . . 

right in

life could be horrible in the wrong trouser of time

including myself