Saturday, February 19, 2011

Range Finder Opinions

No more paper hearts for you.



Yesterday, I buried A Blade in the frozen ground.
I put a cross on the grave.

Today, I remembered that I'm scared of zombies.

shit burning. Shit fire. Shit virus that sits in your blood. Crappy mold that you can rot alive. Crappy doubt that gnaws through your bowels. Shit life you because threading tail.
shit street, from the time you're ready to come back. Well, how does that feel, where are you now? Does it feel bad? "I hope so! If you can not keep your goals in mind, it's what you deserve.
What is so hard because to follow a path?
what the bad thing is, a bit of what to do for your goals?
Oh, can not you?
Then it's a good thing, if you dig your way through all the garbage.
You go in to! BUT NOT CALL FOR HELP!
least still perish.
Oh, you are trapped under water?

waves over your head are? water all around you?
you can not breathe?

THEN DIE YET!


Only those who are strong enough, can reach its destination.
If it is not, deserve not the goal.

Help me.
Please help me. Do not do this to me. Your words ...

You will not believe me. When you see the cuts on my arms, you'll be disappointed, because you'll think I had it myself but I have not disappointed you, I swear , re, I did not do themselves. He has just found me. This strange Schatten has found me and he held me. He has done that. He!

please.
your words, they hurt.

And he was not nice. He has said things, and ... I think he was also with you.
Was he angry with you?

"Tell me what happened!"
head shaking.
"Please! Why ... why do you say I am not? Since blood is on your sheets! "
silence. Then: . "You would not believe me"
My heart stopped.
"War Daddy bad?" , I ask you.
You lift the look anxious.
And then I see that you understand how I know.
I know because it happened to me.


Rrrrrt. Rrrrrrrrt. Rrrt. Thud. Rrrrt. Rrrrrrrt. Rrrt. Thud.
Rrrrrrrt. Rrrrrt. Rrrrrt. Thud. Rrrrt. Plit plit, plit, ...
I forget the sounds my life will not.


please. I will not.
not Go away.

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