duty. dicsipline. sacrifice. greater good. idiots who deserve to die, and the heros who do.
i won't sleep until the red rider is silenced.
i want her head on a pike.
blood and brain mash, seeping out of a slack jaw.
i want to swing a red wood sized trunk, and blugeon skulls.
i want to start a mass grave, then plant trees over top. and call the area, the dead forrest. then i want to harvest berrys and fruit from the fona, and send them to people, like charity.
i want to snap the thin limbs of models, and then take their pictures through the shards of broken mirrors.
i want to fuck in a grave yard, on a tombstone, in the rain and lightning.
i want to punch someones face into the back of their head. chunkyly.
i want to throw, highly corrosive acid, in water balloons, into highly populated crowds, of weathly young people.
i want her head on a pike.
blood and brain mash, seeping out of a slack jaw.
i want to swing a red wood sized trunk, and blugeon skulls.
i want to start a mass grave, then plant trees over top. and call the area, the dead forrest. then i want to harvest berrys and fruit from the fona, and send them to people, like charity.
i want to snap the thin limbs of models, and then take their pictures through the shards of broken mirrors.
i want to fuck in a grave yard, on a tombstone, in the rain and lightning.
i want to punch someones face into the back of their head. chunkyly.
i want to throw, highly corrosive acid, in water balloons, into highly populated crowds, of weathly young people.