Von Rizen's Comments

Have a Wicked fun Easter and a great week!

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Newscaster: It has been established that persons who have recently died have been returning to life and committing acts of murder. A widespread investigation of funeral homes, morgues, and hospitals has concluded that the unburied dead have been returning to life and seeking human victims. It's hard for us here to be reporting this to you, but it does seem to be a fact.

"We thought we could hear screams, but for all we knew, that have meant those things were in the house after her."

Let's be NAUGHTY and save Santa the trip......WICKED WAYS!

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.

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.

I CHOOSE YOU!

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.

Greetings Von Rizen Welkome To Wicked Zombies...

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.