Becoming More Facinated by Death Daily

[red_rook]

You get weighted down by the metal machine parts tied to the outside of the burlap bag. You're gasping but nothing is coming out anymore. It's all water and cold. Struggling you feel your arm break behind you and you're sure you're bleeding. With any luck a shark will smell it and come though you know it wont happen. You will suffocate and deteriorate into the slow rhythm of the ocean and the weeds. The moon will carry you down and across. Your eyes buldge as you sink deeper, the pressure causing your mind to imagine creeking and snapping of bone and organ. The bone in your jaw has nearly snapped back hoping for a gasp of the poison oxide thats been come to known as city air. Thoughts of survival are past and now the last thing you can think of is what will happen to your little girl Amy... Oh god... What if they..........

......And silence.... and love.... and hate.

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"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"

"I may be paranoid but I'm not an android"