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A little birdy told me that my nemisis has trapped someone into marrying her. GOOD LORD!
I decided to get naked and play with myself in celebration of this blessed event. I mean it is not like she hasn't wanted this for so long and maybe this dude is just what the doctor ordered.
I so pitty people who need someone in their lives to feel complete.
I am sure she will just drive this one crazy as she has all the others.
Sad sad.
But, I am happy.
This fits perfectly into my plan.
I am Jezabelle, I am vampire
I eat prim babies.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Have you met my adult Vampire child, K?
This is our seed!
Our K, is a vampire huntress, finding and draining every human that she has come in contact with.
She is our Gaki.
http://www.abcb.com/ency/g/gaki.htm
And apparently, she likes tentacles.
Our K, is a vampire huntress, finding and draining every human that she has come in contact with.
She is our Gaki.
http://www.abcb.com/ency/g/gaki.htm
And apparently, she likes tentacles.
Random Church
When you are sleeping, I am hunting.
I stumbled across this small intimate church. The church itself was empty but the congregation was meeting in the courtyard for a midnight mass. Was a beautiful and delightfully fragrant evening.
I listened to many sinners repent...until the next sin.
I snuck into the church while the sinner prayed, sang, and danced for their god.
Church smelled traditionally of frankincense, merr, and moth balls (that old ladies usually smell like). I ruffled through their good book, peeked under their podiums, smelled their chalices which get filled with wine portraying to be blood, and sat in their pews.
This church was different than most I have visited in the past. The sermon was very "in your face" and from what I recall, the sermon giver was discussing Julius Caesar. I was very confused.
I stayed in the church, waiting for some sad soul to come walking my way. As I waited, I counted the times I heard the word "Jew" in the sermon givers sermon. In a matter of 10 minutes, I happened to have heard that word 26 times.
I think I may have been at either the church of the nascar or I transported back in time to 1960 Birmingham, Alabama.
I did not feed at the church last night.
But maybe you should.
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Terra%20di%20Sicilia/204/115/23
I stumbled across this small intimate church. The church itself was empty but the congregation was meeting in the courtyard for a midnight mass. Was a beautiful and delightfully fragrant evening.
I listened to many sinners repent...until the next sin.
I snuck into the church while the sinner prayed, sang, and danced for their god.
Church smelled traditionally of frankincense, merr, and moth balls (that old ladies usually smell like). I ruffled through their good book, peeked under their podiums, smelled their chalices which get filled with wine portraying to be blood, and sat in their pews.
This church was different than most I have visited in the past. The sermon was very "in your face" and from what I recall, the sermon giver was discussing Julius Caesar. I was very confused.
I stayed in the church, waiting for some sad soul to come walking my way. As I waited, I counted the times I heard the word "Jew" in the sermon givers sermon. In a matter of 10 minutes, I happened to have heard that word 26 times.
I think I may have been at either the church of the nascar or I transported back in time to 1960 Birmingham, Alabama.
I did not feed at the church last night.
But maybe you should.
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Terra%20di%20Sicilia/204/115/23
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