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04-28-2004, 06:44 PM
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WARNING: this is a stupid post
OH my god.
once upon a time there was a guy named joe. this guy had many things in his pocket: a knife, a machine gun, a turtle and a willow tree. i thought about the time me and joe took the stranger from behind the bar, i clearly remember joe breaking the homeless mans neck and skinning him like a deer. the thought filled me with such intense feelings i climaxed again and again, does this make me a bad guy? nah.
so anyway, back to my story.
joe was just hacking body parts off left and right, he was a a man possed! then suddenly, after what seemed like hours, joe was finished.
oh the horror.
joes masterpiece was complete.
once upon a time there was a guy named joe. this guy had many things in his pocket: a knife, a machine gun, a turtle and a willow tree. i thought about the time me and joe took the stranger from behind the bar, i clearly remember joe breaking the homeless mans neck and skinning him like a deer. the thought filled me with such intense feelings i climaxed again and again, does this make me a bad guy? nah.
so anyway, back to my story.
joe was just hacking body parts off left and right, he was a a man possed! then suddenly, after what seemed like hours, joe was finished.
oh the horror.
joes masterpiece was complete.
04-28-2004, 06:53 PM
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the rabbit comes to me in my dreams, more often than not the corpses he drags behind him speak to me...softly.
the rabbit is bad. he makes them close their eyes before he does it, then they feel nothing.
i feel nothing.
why must the rabbit torture me so?
the rabbit is bad. he makes them close their eyes before he does it, then they feel nothing.
i feel nothing.
why must the rabbit torture me so?
04-28-2004, 06:58 PM
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i removed the backside of her skull this morning.
"why aren't you this?" "act like that!"
the words rang out again and again in my head, louder and louder each time. what could i do? i had to make it stop. i had to make it stop. i had to make it stop!
she was a friend.
"why aren't you this?" "act like that!"
the words rang out again and again in my head, louder and louder each time. what could i do? i had to make it stop. i had to make it stop. i had to make it stop!
she was a friend.
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