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Cobra and Komradz Ready To Kill!

Have A Wicked Wonderful Zombies Weekend...

A ghoul in life, I have been called, and so would be in death; let us then, love, be both enthralled as zombies. What loss breath? Our love is worth more than such things as breath and life and laughter; I long to live unlife with you, and eat you ever after.

lol.....well that's good then,i feel safe ;)


i found this for you...

but not kitties i hope...lol

thanks for the friend request : )

-KOMRADZ READY TO KILL-

Kommander I will have what I ask for...Thanks!

Congratulations!

Dear Friend,

I know this is a frightful imposition and one really should not be bothering you at a time like this...

I need to ask you an awfully big favor dear friend,...

I really don't like to ask you such a thing ..

I know you do such alot for me already and I really wouldn't ask unless I was absolutely desperate...

But could I possibly borrow your face?

Wickedly Waiting,
Wicked Ways

The Walking Dead will make our week so very WICKED.

Find your WICKED WAYS this weekend.

Raped by the dead, bent over at the grave,
I attack from behind, and you drop your precious roses.
Your warmth rouses me, the hunger burns within
and I laugh at your screams as I tear away your clothing.

Man, Woman, means nothing to me,
I violate their holes, rape the living equally.
When the act's completed, I spill my stinking goo
and as I pull away my rotting cock breaks off in you.

Screams! We Breed! The bitch is oozing with seed
The orgy will not stop, until every corpse has ravaged your twat
We are many and writhing with lust, hate and reek of disgust
Every hole will be torn, battered and dripping with fluids before we are
done.

We are going to hurt you. We are going to fuck you.
We are going to eat you, while you're still alive.
We will sodomize you, tear the insides from you.
We will fuck your ruptured flesh, as you beg to die.

Untold millennia of breeding, a most hideous evolution.
New forms of life after death, and a lust that can never be killed.
We rise from mouldering graves, to beat, to rape and devour you.
Our need can never be sated. Your flesh can never endure our love.

Thank You for the Birthday Wishes. XOXO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-KOMRADZ READY TO KILL-

Gas Mask
Three eyes or two and a mouth
Gaping, black
A snout-like nose
Diluting the poisons to the vessel within
That face of fear
That skeletal mask
Shields the bearer
From the very air
That he once breathed.

Beware the Hunt is on.