I wanna beat you to death with a blunt object. I wanna grab one of those high-end fashion mannequins by the ankles and bash your ribcage in. I wanna sharpen fifty pencils, bind them with a rubber band, stick the lead in your mouth, and punch the erasers. I wanna strap you to a bed of nails and then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so I can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earthquake. I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash,and somehow not survive a small fender bender on the way home from the hospital.
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 04:51:51 +0000