Завораживающий ночной разговор с единомышликами по несчастью (это не Ник)

Silvershade: you know i never really got a clear idea of what u think of blood
xxxxx: I know ;]
Silvershade: well why won't u tell me
xxxxx: I will;]
xxxxx: I like it.
Silvershade: where u writing that for an entire minute?
xxxxx: that's the short version.
xxxxx: I like the taste of it.
Silvershade: oh there is a long version too?
xxxxx: I love the way, when it is slowly dripping down your stomach,
xxxxx: when it runs in your mouth.
xxxxx: I get that often, probably should take care of myself and shit.
xxxxx: I also like the way it flows down my own body.
xxxxx: an open wound is like a door to your mind.
xxxxx: it clears my thoughts,
xxxxx: though I promised someone long ago I will not use that mind-clearing technique ^^'
xxxxx: and I broke it only once.
Silvershade: imagine...
Silvershade: a maid, aproaching you in the dark. you wake up by just sensing her preasens. she smiles as she brings forward a scalpel. shinny, silver. she cuts a wound above her brest. and the blood starts to flow down slowly down her pale skin, around her breast down the stomach and down, dripping. the blood drops start to hit the floor
xxxxx: I guess I wouldn't allow that blood to waste this way.
Silvershade: indeed that would be a waste
xxxxx: I also wonder, how other person's blood taste like.
xxxxx: it would be an opportunity to both save the blood and taste it.
Silvershade: save the blood?
xxxxx: from wasting.