Livin' the stereotype

[yagathai]

I'm wearing a black t-shirt with skulls on it, smoking a clove cigarette and listening to Nightwish. At midnight. In the dark.

My soul bleeds bloody black blood, sliced by the wings of a million obsidian butterflies. Butterflies of *darkness*.

Comments

[saltedpin.livejournal.com]

Sara was looking over my shoulder for a moment as I scrolled off this entry and said, "I thought that said smoking a dove."

Which would also be appropriate.

[yagathai.livejournal.com]

How would you... how would you get them to stop flapping long enough to wrap them in cigarette paper?

[saltedpin.livejournal.com]

Bite their heads off, I imagine.

[yagathai.livejournal.com]

That just seems... impractical.