There was a young girl with a little curl coming out of her head. When she was good, she was very good and when she was bad she was...dead. To the world she looked like an angel smelled of innocence and spoke with inexperience in her voice. But everyone remembered every little thing she had ever said. But few ever heard her utter what happened to her one night...
"Now to become undead" the ghost, he whispered, you must forget everything you (ever) learned on every acid trip. The girl, she closed her eyes and tried to think of everything drugs could never buy. "I felt cold fingers down both of my hips. A cool breeze brought shivers down my spine, and between my legs. I felt a wetness growing. My breathing was heavier than ever. I let everything go, and concentrated on the feeling underneath my..."
