The blood was all over the place and the brainsubstans decorated the wall- And the killer shot his wife six times one week and stabbed the dog with a fork. Suddenly 12 dobbermans with rabies hopped up in the air and bit the girl in to some pieces. It was not a funny sight. And his crazy uncle took a poisoned pistol and pointed at the dogs......................
......................Granade splitter flew around. I feeln't well. Should I live? Should I die? I want to die. Självmurder must be the solution. Violence was the king.
Snipp Snapp Snuth,
and the fairytale is sluth.
(by little-erik)
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