Dear stranger who stared creepily at my kids on the stairs this afternoon, I am going to put you in a horror story where your character is tortured every way from Sunday there is in this world, killed, revived and put through the process of excruciating torture, death and resurrection for more of the same again and again in an infinity loop. You will know who you are when you read it. You will dream of what I write in full HD complete with 100% sensory input until you cease your lechery. Because I am writing the story while surrounded by black candles with black wicks and chanting softly, with full focus. Clean up your act, jackass. NOBODY does that with my kids and enjoys impunity.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 14:21:15 +0000
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