Thursday, 29 May 2008


I sketched a window into the colours of your mind.

My black and white world, it lost its bite.

Sunday, 25 May 2008

You Burn First.

Ragdoll bitch. I have half a mind to take a canister of oil to your delicate ankles, and strike a match or ten. I always loved how the flames swayed from side to side. Like watching the hottest chick in a salsa bar throw her moves at a guy. Oh, and the laughs when you find out she's actually out for pussy. They're there too. Hang tight. It's not too long a ride.


You reap what you sow.

Friday, 23 May 2008

Where do I start?

You. Fucking. Cunt. I'm a fucking pussy, I won't deny it. If I retained any hopes of a violent manner, and knew I could escape easily, I'd riddle you with pockmarks, and batter you till you were kneaded putty. Fuck sharp objects, blunt force is what the fuck I'm talking about. I mean, I'm not huge, but I'm angry enough to pack a fucking wallop. or fifty. You might be the same size, but you've not got this ferile rage inside you.

Let me think up a scheme. A grand plan, execution.
Take this to be a discourse in the aesthetics of hate. I have long suppressed it. Now I will turn it loose.