By the time they did the front wheels were off the edge, looming over the rocks below and soon followed the rest of the car. I was truly a master at heart, such sheltered potential just aching to escape my cold heart, the dreams of destruction and murder, hacking and burning as I gradified myself in the worst of ways, or were they the best? xxx 18 This would be my art, my life. The way her eyes were shot open with death, the large openning in her neck and the way her body was pinned to that tree, the horror of death, the pain. People change a lot over the years but at the same time they don’t change at all, they’re still always the same person they were born to be.
