12-19-2013, 05:32 AM | #11 | |
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Join Date: Sep 2013
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So I harness it. An excuse farmers use for illegal harvest and cultivation. Bar none. Poker bars done. She squirms in frightful terror on bar one. Burned til the color has tarred some, then amputation-to-salt runs. I'm cooked but not done. A medicinal haze fills this dungeon of ours... Her mind's ventured to Mars. I undid the bra of this, now quadropalegic, and saw... What dedication exists in a living zombie needing to exist after it all. Fifth limb dislodged in her jaw. Tearing. A searing to the foundation of her mental, it's walls Peeling. I'm feeling like I'm appealing the laws. Like I'm above the flashlights you see in a mall. Like OJ is confessing to me like, "See? You agree with me, Dog?" I chuckle in triumph as the load is released. One reload and a squeeze and his bitch's limp whole is thrown in the sea. ...and I got away with it, ho. Behold, I alone am opposing your peace. Die... and when you do, may it be so holding disease.
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