It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything. Tyler Durden
It is a day of terrible distress and anguish, a day of ruin and desolation, a day of darkness and gloom, of clouds, blackness, trumpet calls, and battle cries. Your blood will be poured out into the dust, and your bodies will lie there rotting on the ground. For the whole land will be devoured by the fire of his jealousy. Zephaniah 1:7:18
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. William Blake
RP Hooks
The Zone You like to play with the Bad-Boys? Me too.
Police Of course she did it. But can you prove it?
Bikes You wanna race? What you got to gamble baby?
None of the Above Just page me, we'll make it up as we go along.
Satan's daughter has the eyes of an innocent. Dark khol lines her pale blue gaze, making them the focal point of her thin, pretty face. Her golden blond hair with brunette undertones, bedraggled and often held back with a black bandanna, falls to varied lengths below her shoulders but above mid-back. Five foot two inches tall and thin as a whip from the ribs down, the girl rocks her feminine assets in cashmere and leather.
A thigh length over-sweater of thin black covers her arms and back, but leaves her shoulders bare. Covered just enough to be legal, she doesn't bother with a top beneath it. Thick steel linked necklaces loop her throat and drop to dangle a crucifix below her breasts. She keeps a rosary wrapped around her right wrist like a bracelet. Black leather chaps protect her thighs over dark and stained denim jeans, tucked into scuffed riding boots. A canvas knife sheath, capable of holding a knife of questionably legal length is hung from another chain draped around her hips.
Playlist
Down with the Sickness Disturbed There is no turning back now, You've opened up the deep end in me.
Beautiful People Marilyn Manson It's all relative to the size of your steeple.
