Monday, December 19, 2011

Grand News.

He's Dead! He's Dead! That parasite is dead! I ripped off His arms one by one by one by one. And yet He did not bleed! SO I tore out his heart. And crushed it within my grasp.

He shook. He trembled. Oh boy did he shake. All over the place. spewing blood in my face.

At last he lay still then drifted away.

As ashes to ashes. He is now dust.

I, the Scarecrow, have done what no one ever could!

I killed Him.

I fucking killed Him.

By god....... I need some tea.

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