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Tuesday, July 24, 2007


Momma always said I'd be the chosen one.
She turned to him and smiled, a sad far away smile.

"It's already too late"

Then its over.


"So who taught you right and wrong?"

"I did"



"What is right and wrong to you?"

"Good and evil, it black and white."


"No in between?"

"No"


"Is that why you did it?"

"Yes"


The moon lit the room, a graveyard glow... dark spots on the floor, the walls... everywhere...

it...m..g....I..an't...ru....awa...I..ca...fee...t...br...ath...on....e...ave....e.

And no one can.

And it knows...

Then it's over...



For him its over... But for it, it's life...




And thats how he feels. Everyday he lives.


Then she takes their life... and love when they beg her to stop, their once sneering lips now contorted with the rest of their face in beautiful agony as they scream, only heightening her glee. She wants to dance, or sing. Oh maybe she will.

"Oh my friends my lovely friends... we've waited far too long for this... this love we share can not go on... I like ending it... or is it ending itself? Can you feel my love? It's at its limit... all for you...all for you... Can you return it? No sadly you can not... it's not programmed into your brain to love another so dearly... but I'll give you satisfaction, though bloody it may be... Isn't that the best kind though?

That is my favorite kind~!"



"A shot gun under my bed?"

"For intruders... and stray cats..."

"You shoot stray cats with a shot gun?"

"Yes, that way you don't have to hear them scream."

"What about intruders?"

"Oh, they still scream..."


To drink the kool aide.







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