The Good Life

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Decomposition

The noose had tightened.

The hunter being hunted.

I knew it all along.

It had possessed my body and rebelled against me.

I am rotting in the inside.

Decomposed.

In the state of decomposition.

YEEE............. yucks.

I am going to launched a fightback!

 

Ugly blue fly... take that! You don't deserved to be around!

 

Disgusting white maggot, take that!! You don't deserved to be around!

Hope I'm successful.

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