Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.
...they sleep with hornets and they wonder why they wake up stung
...“i know someday i might be looking around, trying to find some purpose. well purpose it can’t be that hard to find, as long as i’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map