(no subject)
Smell it. What is that thing? Can you distinguish it from all the others? Geen apple swelling into caramel. Swelling, what? Who said it was easy? Noone.
Reach back grasp swing forward and slash the veins in the neck under the skin covering the flesh of the one's soul. Poor little wimpering vermon. How sick you make us, make me. Puke I will. Decay now you rotten scum of words and holy wisdom of falsity. Black stained mongrel of a man reeking havoc on the calm and not so innocent yet not evil. Forbidden you are now. Never enter this world, not less you return with promise and good will. Fuck off and die.
Reach back grasp swing forward and slash the veins in the neck under the skin covering the flesh of the one's soul. Poor little wimpering vermon. How sick you make us, make me. Puke I will. Decay now you rotten scum of words and holy wisdom of falsity. Black stained mongrel of a man reeking havoc on the calm and not so innocent yet not evil. Forbidden you are now. Never enter this world, not less you return with promise and good will. Fuck off and die.