05-10-2006, 01:46 AM
Violet held the flame thrower's nozzle just at her hips, singing Nelly, punctuating each chorus with a spout of flames.
She was pissed over this damn collar around her neck, and the sad thing of it all was it didn't remind her of death when she put it on. Her mind had gone elsewhere. Mentally smacking herself, she shook her head free of perverted thoughts, then flicked the burnt cigarette into the grass.
Stopping at the edge of the green blades, she looked off into the distance, feeling all like Clint Eastwood and nothing of the shyish, but occasionally permanantly PMSed nature she usually bestowed.
Jutting her weapon out more, she looked on, eyes pausing over a movement in the far distance. Slowly, she began walking towards it.
She was pissed over this damn collar around her neck, and the sad thing of it all was it didn't remind her of death when she put it on. Her mind had gone elsewhere. Mentally smacking herself, she shook her head free of perverted thoughts, then flicked the burnt cigarette into the grass.
Stopping at the edge of the green blades, she looked off into the distance, feeling all like Clint Eastwood and nothing of the shyish, but occasionally permanantly PMSed nature she usually bestowed.
Jutting her weapon out more, she looked on, eyes pausing over a movement in the far distance. Slowly, she began walking towards it.
![[Image: visigjune08_v2.jpg]](http://storm.novahost.org/mysigs/visigjune08_v2.jpg)
Fuck you, Photobucket.