tdoc210

oh righ ive got a story, i was getting picked up by my dad and what do i hear fecking its beatiful day or wq/e its called, and im like oh friggin grea just my luck..but then the traffic comes on, and im likepheww..but no he just was checking it..he had bought the whole fecking album *dies a little inside*

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.