Quote Originally Posted by shoi
i usally write as a flow of thoughts and it comes out making little to no sence
hahaha yeah i guess that's why some people need clarification hehe
IanCurtisWishlist Reviewed by IanCurtisWishlist on . Paint a vulgar picture. Faceless and unknown, she creeps across the dark room. She lies down upon the bed made of roses and drinks the wine made of blood. Sympathy. It's this she has wanted, and she always gets what. You are powerless, your efforts are futile as you fall victim to her seductive charm (and powerful legs). You find yourself wanting to run, yet at the same time you are confused; the decision to take what she offers or to flee that which she offers, is a decision which will plague your conscious for Rating: 5