12-25-2010, 09:42 PM
I'm not going to enjoy talking to you.
I'm not going to get to know you.
I'm not going to tell you about myself.
People make me sick, a bunch of mindless self-indulgent fuc(k)s.
If I had the chance, I'd kill each and every one of you.
Fortunately, for you, if I killed every single one of you, I'd run out of ammunition, because when I say I'd kill everyone, I mean everyone.
To my Ex's, fuc(k) you, get hit by a car, fall down some stairs, slit your throat, blow out your brains, hang yourself, throw yourself in front of a train.
To anyone wanting to know about me, don't bother.
I'll stay nice and quiet until I'm dead, after all, you'll need something to gossip about while you're bound and gagged in the back of the trunk.
That's not a flashlight, and I'm not happy to see you, that's just a 357, a 357 that'll shatter your skull and leave itsy bitsy pieces of your brain scattered across your living room.
Now that we got that outta the way, I enjoy long walks on the beach, sunsets, and chocolates.
I'm not going to get to know you.
I'm not going to tell you about myself.
People make me sick, a bunch of mindless self-indulgent fuc(k)s.
If I had the chance, I'd kill each and every one of you.
Fortunately, for you, if I killed every single one of you, I'd run out of ammunition, because when I say I'd kill everyone, I mean everyone.
To my Ex's, fuc(k) you, get hit by a car, fall down some stairs, slit your throat, blow out your brains, hang yourself, throw yourself in front of a train.
To anyone wanting to know about me, don't bother.
I'll stay nice and quiet until I'm dead, after all, you'll need something to gossip about while you're bound and gagged in the back of the trunk.
That's not a flashlight, and I'm not happy to see you, that's just a 357, a 357 that'll shatter your skull and leave itsy bitsy pieces of your brain scattered across your living room.
Now that we got that outta the way, I enjoy long walks on the beach, sunsets, and chocolates.