evil_cowboy Bizzar He walks with the shadow of a midnight sky, and a thousand fallen souls. He shrinks the weak who cross his path, with his cold blue eyes. Tar runs through his veins, and the blackened chambers of his heart. And he struts heavy with the overcast of an uncoming storm. He may have hell lingering inside his hollowed soul, ... but oh, does he taste like heaven. 031005 what's it to you? who go blather from