Post by Suicide on Jun 30, 2005 15:05:44 GMT -4
Subscribed: Suicide
Revolutions: 4 winters
sexed: Bore
Elevation: 16.0
Varnished: Ebonite
Visage: Black
Bred: Andi
Moods: Vulgar, cunning, rancid.
History: The day that he had come out of his mother was the worst day for his. There was no kindness within his herd and family. There was no play and frolicking. It was all buisness. A year was spent on his own, only with the company of a few select equine. Now he is here to make something of his life, and destruct and ruin others.
Ruler: Himself
Trusted: No one
Loved: None, never, nope. Not gunna happen.
Fathered: None
Temp. Home: None as of yet.
Ex. Post:
.Oh how I love murder and mayhem.
.They are a team like sick and tired.
.They can always cure any problem.
.I just pull the trigger and fire.
Thines heart had reached the deapth of mass destruction. Thorn loving crds ripped at the seams, never to be repaired again. Boarder lining torn around the base of the main blood vien within thines self, now I feel nothing that has been brought apon me. The lungs that have given me the air that I breath has been take by satan as his own breathing tool. My womb broken by an unloving action, so many years agao, it is a mear memory in mines sadistic mind. Thines hooves beat at a different tone, not so energetic and fun, yet they are now dangerous and murdering. Every thing is gone, out of my reach, not me. It is you that has broken me, the cold hand, rapped around my juggular. Gasping for breath, coughing, everythings going black.
I love to shoot at the many birds
That fly around my neighborhood
They are always dropping their turds
On my mailbox and on my car hood
I like to walk down my favorite street
and if someone is mean to me or acts like a jerk
I take my gun and shoot them in the teeth.
You may take mines heart, but you will never take my soul. I am a bird of freedom, not a caged one. Play with me harshly and you will get bitten. Demoness of twin hue transvered into the kingdom of her new gladiator. Moving exactly at the beat as Azazele, dream box on constant servail of her suroundings. Visage poured in the hazordous senery. Peaks moved forward in a curious nature. Her heart soared at the sights. Dead trees lingered scattered along the land. herbage coated the crust. Silence rolled through her auds, nothing made a sound but the shallow breathing of herself and her baron. Insaine moments blocked up her mind as if she could predict the future. Calosall membrane moved on, the slow deep moved ments of her coprse crunch the twings and leaves between her fores.
because I know a lot of dentists who need the work
I love to shoot and I always shoot to kill
I like firing into crowds just to scatter them
It somehow makes my day seem more fulfilled
cause what good is murder without a little mayhem?
Revolutions: 4 winters
sexed: Bore
Elevation: 16.0
Varnished: Ebonite
Visage: Black
Bred: Andi
Moods: Vulgar, cunning, rancid.
History: The day that he had come out of his mother was the worst day for his. There was no kindness within his herd and family. There was no play and frolicking. It was all buisness. A year was spent on his own, only with the company of a few select equine. Now he is here to make something of his life, and destruct and ruin others.
Ruler: Himself
Trusted: No one
Loved: None, never, nope. Not gunna happen.
Fathered: None
Temp. Home: None as of yet.
Ex. Post:
.Oh how I love murder and mayhem.
.They are a team like sick and tired.
.They can always cure any problem.
.I just pull the trigger and fire.
Thines heart had reached the deapth of mass destruction. Thorn loving crds ripped at the seams, never to be repaired again. Boarder lining torn around the base of the main blood vien within thines self, now I feel nothing that has been brought apon me. The lungs that have given me the air that I breath has been take by satan as his own breathing tool. My womb broken by an unloving action, so many years agao, it is a mear memory in mines sadistic mind. Thines hooves beat at a different tone, not so energetic and fun, yet they are now dangerous and murdering. Every thing is gone, out of my reach, not me. It is you that has broken me, the cold hand, rapped around my juggular. Gasping for breath, coughing, everythings going black.
I love to shoot at the many birds
That fly around my neighborhood
They are always dropping their turds
On my mailbox and on my car hood
I like to walk down my favorite street
and if someone is mean to me or acts like a jerk
I take my gun and shoot them in the teeth.
You may take mines heart, but you will never take my soul. I am a bird of freedom, not a caged one. Play with me harshly and you will get bitten. Demoness of twin hue transvered into the kingdom of her new gladiator. Moving exactly at the beat as Azazele, dream box on constant servail of her suroundings. Visage poured in the hazordous senery. Peaks moved forward in a curious nature. Her heart soared at the sights. Dead trees lingered scattered along the land. herbage coated the crust. Silence rolled through her auds, nothing made a sound but the shallow breathing of herself and her baron. Insaine moments blocked up her mind as if she could predict the future. Calosall membrane moved on, the slow deep moved ments of her coprse crunch the twings and leaves between her fores.
because I know a lot of dentists who need the work
I love to shoot and I always shoot to kill
I like firing into crowds just to scatter them
It somehow makes my day seem more fulfilled
cause what good is murder without a little mayhem?