Emergency at the Flower Shop

I stopped at a florist shop after work to pick up roses for a friend
The clerk was putting the finishing touches on my bouquet order
A young man burst through the door
He breathlessly requesting a dozen red roses
“I’m sorry,” the clerk said
“This Girl just ordered our last bunch”
The desperate customer turned to me and begged
“May I please have those roses?”
“What happened?” I asked
“Did you forget your wedding anniversary?”
“It’s even worse than that,” he confided
“My wife’s a redhead and I broke her hard drive!”

She Can’t Sign On To TWITTER!

So i left hey if i would have sold him the Roses he would not have learned anything

Liz Vicious 

The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through our house
was blasting the “St. Vitus Dance” by Bauhaus;
Torn fishnets were draped on my forearms with care,
And two cans of Aquanet applied to my hair;
My thoughts were of graveyards, and horror and dread,
Black visions of pain and despair in my head;
And Bianca, whose face was as pale as the moon,
Had thrown up her arm for this evening’s swoon,
When out by the gravestones there came such a clatter,
I sprang from the coffin to find out the matter.

 Away to the window I flew like a ghost,
Expecting to find a dark devilish host.
The moon on the breast of the uncaring snow
Threw ominous shadows on objects below,
When, before my tormented eyes did traverse,
But a gorgeous black Crane & Breed carved-panel hearse,
With a gaunt, shrouded driver, who filled me with fear,
And eight skeletal creatures that might have been deer.
More rapid than vultures his coursers they came,
And his deep Andrew Eldritch voice called them by name;


Now, Murphy! Now, Morgoth! Now, Torment and Woe!
On, Dreadful! On, Lovecraft! Mephisto and Poe!
To the top of the gravestones where fog wisps its breath!
With a weight on my soul I consign you to death!

 As dead leaves that before hellish hurricanes fly,
When they flutter like giant bats’ wings to the sky,
So up to the crypt-top the coursers they leapt,
While dearest Bianca, like death, still but slept.
And then, to my horror, I heard on the roof
The clicking and scratching of each bone-white hoof.
As I drew in my arm, and was whirling around,
Down the ebony chimney he came without sound.


He was clad all in black, and he looked oh-so-goth,
A billowy ensemble of crushed velvet cloth;
His boots were knee-high, quite buckled and zipped,
And the Spandex and fishnets 'round his legs were ripped.
His eyes glowed with bluish fire, deathly and cold,
A black eye-liner’d face neither youthful nor old.
A broad lipless mouth drawn with torment and hurt,
And his sorrowful face was as white as my shirt.

 A smoldering cigarette tight in his grasp,
Its smoke curling eerily 'round his cloak clasp;
His gaunt frame was topped with long ebon hair,
And a sharp scent of brimstone and cloves choked the air.
His arms were outspread in the shape of a cross,
And I quailed when I saw him, feeling sorrow and loss;
He narrowed his eyes with a twist of his head,
And I felt the full weight of his angst and dread.

 
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
Left some Dead Can Dance CD’s; before I could ask,
A single tear fell across his aquiline nose,
And then, like an angel, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his hearse, to his team he then hissed,
And away they all drifted like early dawn’s mist.
But I heard him intone, ere he vanished from sight,
“Gothic Christmas to all, and to all a good fright!”

With somber and tormented apologies to Clement C. Moore

 

Liz Vicious 

Sex Story Dedicated to Dave Wherever you are!

A guy friend of mine and I ran into each other we talked and then went to the bar, at the bar. We started doing shots and having a great time. Well, he said he would drive me home. We got into the car and were driving along and he started rubbing my thighs. It started sprinkling a light rain so he decided to pull over into a field down the road from my house.
We took our clothes off and were dancing naked in the rain, I felt like a Hippie. We started kissing and touching each other and he laid back and brought me on top of him. It started raining harder and thundering and it sent jolts through my bodie. The warm wet rain on my bodie felt amazing in the summer heat. I came the hardest I ever had before that night! I only saw him once since then but, whenever it thunders I think of that night. Wherever you are Dave, Thanks for that night.

~Liz Vicious~

How I became addicted to sucking cock

Me and a Friend went to the river to hang out and do a shoot. After some playing around in the water, I got out to dry in the sun. Seeing him laying there, playing with the camera and fiddling with it I started thinking of all the things I could do to him. Feeling myself getting wet, I squirmed down to his hips and reached to pull out his cock he was startled at first and I find he was nearly hard. I slowly started licking and nibbling at his cock, feeling his excitement. As I took all of him into my mouth, I saw a guy sunbathing naked on the other side of the river. He was jerking himself off and that made me crazy and want more. As my guy friend came in my mouth, he grabbed my hair, pulling my head into him, groaning and panting as I drank his load. He then ripped off skirt and panties and started to slowly lick my pussy and slipped two fingers into me. As I moaned, I watched the other guy jerking off and could see he was close to cumming, as was I. By now my cameraman had seen the other guy, too, and turned me around on top of him so he could lick and finger my soaking pussy as I sucked on his cock. It seemed we all came at the same time, and sat back in bliss. The guy across the river left after an hour, but we stayed and did it all over again. To this day I still get hot when I think of that afternoon, and I became addicted to sucking cock. 

Liz Vicious

R.I.P Peter Steele

Fav Music



MY fav group is Type O Negative Some other music i like is
Suicide Comando,Dark Monarchy (who can be found on myspace! so check them out) Orgy, A Perfect Circle, Faithful Dawn, Raized in Black, Virgin Black, Nitzer Ebb, Danzig, The (real) Misfits, Dimmu Borgir, Beohemeth, Pantera, Gary Numan, Depeche Mode, Rammstein, Wumpscut, Type O Negative, VNV Nation, Christian Death, Velvet Acid Christ, The Birthday Masacre, Marilyn Manson, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, The Electric Hellfire Club, Zeromancer, Fear Cult, Mortis, PigFace, Genitortures, Testify, Portishead, Samael, Godhead, Corpus Delicti, The Dreaming, Moonspell, Hocico, Two Witches, My Dying Bride, Hanzel and Gretel, Nitzer Ebb, Covenant, Sisters Of Mercy, Switchblade Symphony, Bile!!!!! i love Bile, London After Midnight, Alien Sex Fiend, Vast, Ministry, Die Krupps, Sentenced, Portishead, concrete blonde, Delerium, White Zombie, Rob Zombie, Deftones (White Pony is the only cd of theirs i liked), Spahn Ranch, Danny Elfman (he wears wumpsct shirts!!), Einsturzende Neubauten, Ogher, My Dying Bride, Corprate Avenger, Skinny Puppy, and lots more i cant think of right now.

Liz Vicious

Being Goth

I Get alot of people who ask me about being Goth well here is what i think.

I am someone who likes the darker side of things. i usually listen to death metal and goth music, such as Dismember and Bauhaus, TYPE O NEGATIVE! Marilyn Manson is NOT goth. He’s just…weird. Real goths are not depressing and suicidal like the posers you see at Hot Topic. AND  Suicide Girls 

 Goths are fun to be around and aren’t afraid to laugh at themselves every so often. we don’t worship Satan and aren’t evil despite what some ignorant people might say.Goths don’t all dress alike either. 

 They like to create their own unique style. Goths are also very intelligent and creative. A lot of us are writers and artists. Goths DON’T envy the popular people. We are what we are because it makes us happy.

 Goths would rather stay who they are and be among the so called “freaks” than be like everyone else and be popular. We understand that there are more important things in life than popularity, and usually succeed in life while the popular ones don’t become much of anything. 

 Although i also happen to be popular i do not let it goto my head just be kewl with me like you would anyone else.. 

Liz Vicious