Friday, September 16, 2011

Not dead... Not even fuckin' close.

I split from her, FUCK her. I don't need anyone but me. Ian's still dead, I visited his grave. Shed one fuckin' tear. I know what I have to do now. I need to up the ante. I'm going to kill anything and everything that gets inbetween me and that fucking tall bastard. I'm going to bash skulls in, stomp faces, and do whatever it takes. I want to know what makes that fucker tick. how many of us have been effected by this fucker now? The number's possibly hundreds. What the fuck IS HE?

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