Little Red Riding Hood was given a task, "take food to your Granny,she's not feeling the best and stay on the road,don't be wandering off,for there's things that will eat you on those other paths". Off went the child with basket in hand,full of the goodies to help her old Gran. She had not gone to far when she was distracted and down a dark path she soon was attracted,it was not to long til the poor child was lost and knew her wee detour would cost her alot...now we all know the end of the story, it's awful, it's ****** and terribly gory, so let's all just STOP...for a moment at least and think of this very sad tale, don't take the path that Red Riding Hood took, take stock before you go on a journey,think of the cost before you get lost and listen to those who know better! The End.

                                                                (Breezy)

A sliver of orange breaks the  g  r  e  y...
                     Another day!

                                  (Breezy)

To hide my fear i allowed you to mount the horse today.
How i envy the freedom you found.
How i hate the fear i kept.

           (Breezy)

In, out. In, out
                      Finger after finger
            Wet, moist, touching themselves
                              Salty taste
                         What's the haste
                     At the holy water font.
                        
                                     (Breezy)

Goodbye you orange *******!

                         (Breezy)

He opened his door and greeted her with a Judas smile, saying,
"nice to see you" and he gave her a hug, a Judas hug, a Judas hug.
Later he opened her legs and touched her with a Judas finger,saying
"nice to touch you" and he gave her a kiss, a Judas kiss, a Judas kiss.
She came on his finger, his Judas finger, she came with a Judas come.
(Breezy)

You wallow in your soberless prison,
Clouds of misrey surround you like cobwebs in a long forgotton castle,
Your thoughts play the role of Judas better today than they did yesterday,
You try to escape from you self imposed exile like a fly from a spiders web, But you're trapped, like a curious ****** by her first kiss.
The drumroll of battle sounds in your head,
Today, the boot must go on the other foot.
(Breezy)