November
December 2009
Scream like you never have before.
Scream 'til you can't scream anymore.
Scream like your throat is bleeding.
Scream 'til your heart stops beating.
That's right.
Getting mah electric guitar Monday. Boh ya.
They took our jobs!
Blood. Such a small and simple name for such a brilliant liquid. This necessary, life-giving substance which no-one can do without covered the knife I held in my hand. She shouldn’t have told us tha
I sat there for 46 minutes, give or take a few seconds. We do feel alone. I looked at her corpse. The blood had coagulated, so her hair was glued to the floor. There’s no-one left now. She looked li
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