I'm mentally constructing the blueprint of the Overlook.
I'm skipping down the halls, whistling like the owner would.
Scrapping my knife against the walls dragging my wife amidst the halls.
My tiger printed claws mauling her tiny wrists and jaw.
I'm staying off the web until my spider senses thaw.
I awake for depraved shit. Stay in amazement.
Blow torch for that whore -slash- naked decayed, bitch.
Last edited by dull boy; 09-05-2013 at 03:10 PM.
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