And I want my friend to draw it for me.
gun-toting, sword-wielding angel
defender of the underdog
kick your ass broad
who paints with an evil stroke of
genius and could
kill you with a look or spoken
word dragon who devours
souls with a toasty
as you sit in your mild room of comfort,
dreaming the shallow dreams of your own existence
she's left you in a pile of your own
Heepwah, and be safe out there.