.the angel with the broken wings, the one who cannot fly. the angel who won't give in, the one that will not cry. the angel with the blackest heart, the one who flames consume. the angel who is always lone, in the shadows she does loom. the angel who is not afraid, to hurt and kill alike. the angel who is easily pissed, the one that you won't like.

.twin zeniths adhere to cranium, somewhat startled with masculines sudden advancements. not to be rude but could you please keep your nose off me. no offense... but personal space is something to be respected and if I respect yours... all I ask in return is for you to respect mine. pistons shift bodice of shrew backward, away from unknown masculines invasive touch, dial only lowered slightly in respect to magnate sahib. Do not be offended by my thought of a ghost town, but I must say for such a nice place like s t o n e h e n g e there would be more quadruped ones. no matter, I'm sure that in no time you will be over flowing with more. dial swivels leftwards, opticals scanning realm in silence. Indeed it was a nice place, and with leaders of such quality like t h e i n n o c e n t this place could and probably would be a dominating harem... that is if the seemingly evaporated valiente would return and take command of her flight. I am going to stay along for the ride, hoping that the passengers feet will all touch the earth once again.