To turn or not to turn the wheel….THAT is the question. Its like putting a shiny flashing button in front of a child and telling them not to push it. I don’t know about you, but I know my lil ass would have pushed the button. So, putting a giant wheel in front of me isn’t much different. The real question will be whether or not I’m strong enough to turn it and can I do so without breaking a nail? *giggles*
hair: #Foxy – Whip Hair (*new* @ N21)
head: CATWA HEAD Tala
body: Maitreya Mesh Body
//Naberius// The Manticore Collar (November ROMP)
_CandyDoll_Hayley Dress (*new* @ Kustom9)
The other day I posted a blog asking my readers for topics for me to write about. I presented them the opportunity to challenge me with questions or random topics. I got a few responses and as promised, I’m going to use the topics and/or answer the questions, one way or another. So, one of my absolute best friends, Troy Nelson, posed the question, “Why are you so interested in serial killers?”
I’m not exactly sure why I’m so fascinated with them. The only plausible reason I can come up with is that as a child of the 70s, they were constantly in the news. Serial killers were the boogeyman and I wasn’t afraid of them. I was curious. I’m still curious. What makes them tick. What happened to them as children that they turned out that way. As I studied the most common profiles, I figured out that my father could have just as easily have become a serial killer. Then again, I suppose he still could be one, he’s just not been caught. I swear I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised. I suppose I’ve just always had a morbid curiosity for things that most children my age didn’t. I was far more curious about the devil than I was Jesus and I was far more interested in serial killers that super heroes. To answer Troy’s question….I don’t know, I just am.
There aren’t many guarantees in life, even the stuff sold with “satisfaction guaranteed” can’t really hold true. However, there’s one thing that never fails a woman with large breasts. Tanks tops! Sleep in a tank top or some slinky little nightie with spaghetti straps and you are guaranteed to wake up with one if not both of your titties out.
There were rumors about the red witch, called that because she always wore red clothing. There were no witnesses to speak of her leaving her home and people only entered her shop after dark in desperation. It’s been said that she can tell fortunes, conjure the dead, and even cast spells. Those that visit refuse to speak of their visits.
How do you know when to seek the help of the Red Witch? Word has it, she’ll come to you in your dreams.
It’s funny. I have a few friends that say to me, “I don’t know how you always come up with ideas for pictures and something to write about on your blog.” The pictures are no problem. I’m a very visual person, but the words fail me often and I think its obvious. I do so many posts that are barely anything written or simply a song link with lyrics. Today is one of those days, that I simply cannot find the words. However, since the picture makes me look like I’m seeking something off in the distance, being unable to find the words actually kinda fits. *laughs* So, there ya have it….I can not find the words.
October is traditionally my favorite month of the year. The beginning of the month (6th) is my birthday and all month long is pretty much Halloween. Which means there are skulls, spiders, and all sorts of ghoulish references all over the place in both worlds. While not everyone in the world celebrates Halloween and some people like my friend Ana “BossyAss” Crystal can’t wait for it to be over as she hates the color orange, I am in wicked sort of heaven! This year is no exception, there’s no shortage of all things goth, ghoulish, and dark, but for those that aren’t into the very U.S. American holiday….well, there’s plenty for you out there, too. I’ve combined the two below with a pair of gorgeous heels which are the result of two incredible designers collaborating, Phedora and Moda!
I’m using one of several backdrops you’ll discover at Prism Event’s annual Salem.
“Globophobia is the fear of balloons. In some cases, the fear is of balloons in general, while in others the object of fear is the sound produced when balloons pop (phonophobia).” Phobia Wiki
She hears the word tequila and a wry smile forms on her face. She doesn’t care what the reason if tequila is involved, she’s in! There’s just one little problem…when it comes to tequila she doesn’t know when to quit. Dun dun dunnnnn….you might want to check back on her later…there’s bound to be a story. (…to be continued later today/tonight…meh, timezones!)
“Let’s go play,” he said as he led her to the car.
“Oooh where are we going?” she asked, as she was always so curious.
He smirked, then blindfolded her and growled, “It’s a surprise, Kitten.”
When they arrived, he led her gently through what sounded like very heavy doors. She could hear ethereal music playing and delicious noises. She bit down on her bottom lip wondering where on earth he’d taken her. As he removed the blindfold and her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, her face beamed with a smile as she pounced on him and whispered in his ear, “Oh yes, Daddy, let’s play!”
Josh is wearing:
hair: Stealthic – Hysteria
hairbase: [Hipster Style] Rhys Hairbase BROWN
head: CATWA HEAD Daniel
ears: .:E.A.Studio:. Ears Falling Star
beard: VYC – Neat Scruff Beard HD *GIFT*
body: Slink Physique Male Mesh Body
-VA-M-VISTA BENTO PROHAND SLINK MALE
piercing: 3.::GB:: Lip piercing (Catwa Daniel) Black (Studded) DAPPA – Sorcery Tattoo [ kunst ] – Devon bracelet RIOT / Andrew Tank Top – Prussian
ED. Unknown Pant Black