Knives!

Wed, 24 May 2006 14:05:45 GMT

An amnesty - lots of shiny shiny blades. He likes blades, but he's serious when he's dark. I laugh through bleeding gums at the dead who look at me with fear.

I will take the blades, and blood will flow. No amnesty for the sinners - their trespasses will not be forgiven on this earth.

To invite death, to throw oneself against the spikes of fate, and smile regardless - to hate and to grow through hate, this seems to be my destiny.

A man with no memories, with a nasty purpose, doomed to be thought a fool.

But the eyes of the fool dance merrily; they tell truth through fractured lenses, and though an audience may laugh, they do yet listen.

harpy. me liketh the sound of that.

gabedeadjester

Knives!