...and so I pull the knife out of your chest.
that look on your face
like you're comming again and again.
...how I long to see you suffer.
so I stab at you...
why do you look so digusting?
slash at you...
it hurts doesn't it?
got some free time so I can fuck you over.
Violence is the answer.
can't be blamed for this.
The color periwinkle blue comes to mind...
what the hell does that mean anyway?
you look confused.
you look excited.
...and i'll cut you and soak it all in.
a rich flavor.
sorrow, hunger, dispair, annihilation, lust...
the perfect dish.
i'll eat it all
as I carve out your eyes...
I wanna be a masochist too...
I wanna be an anarchist too...
don't deny me mother fucker.
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