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Maybe somethings wrong.
I do not believe someone is supposed to think the thoughts that I do.
Blood squirting across the room making a masterpiece of Crimson.
The sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking.
The horrific squeals of creatures as I peel the skin back inch by tethered inch.
Maybes somethings wrong.
Maybe a wires loose.
Maybe it'll be 3 years.
Quiet minds are always the Killers.

Maybe next month or next year I will feel the calmness rush through me as I feel the last beat of your heart and the Deadness fill your eyes.
I am not scared for the things waiting for me.
I know I will feel the rush of blood over my hands and hear the screams of terror once more.
I am a Killer.
And one day.
I will **** your *** with vigor.
The Noble War is the one that I face.
The Noble War will leave blood in the streets.
The Noble War,
Is coming.

Be ready.
I did not know him in my past, personally.
But to have the honour to ****** with you, Jeff.
That thought is just...

Murderous.
Do not come to me with apologies and ask of my forgiveness.
I do not want nor do I need you.
You are below me, and I will see to it that you be removed from this Planet.
By.
My.
Own.
*******.
Hands.
Its Not The Way The Knife Goes That Matters,
Its The Way The Blood Squirts That Does.
Rocky
C/R/E/A/T/U/R/E/O/F/T/H/E/N/I/G/H/T/
Frankie
D/O/N/T/D/R/E/A/M/I/T/B/E/I/T/
Janet
I/O/N/L/Y/E/V/E/R/K/I/S/S/E/D/B/E/F/O/R/E/
Brad
D/A/M/M/I/T/J/A/N/E/T/I/L/O/V/E/Y/O/U/
Columbia
S/T/A/Y/S/A/N/E/I/N/S/I/D/E/I/N/S/A/N/I/T/Y/
Eddie
W/H/A/T/E/V/E/R/H/A/P/P/E/N/E/D/T/O/S/A/T/U/R/D/A/Y/N/I/G/H/T/
Riff Raff
I/T/S/A/S/T/O/U/N/D/I/N/G/T/I/M/E/I/S/F/L/E/E/T/I/N/G/
Magenta
Y/O/U/R/E/I/N/T/O/T/H/E/T/I/M/E/S/L/I/P
Dr. Scott
M/Y/L/I/F/E/W/I/L/L/B/E/L/I/V/E/D/F/O/R/T/H/R/I/L/L/S

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L/E/T/S/D/O/T/H/E/T/I/M/E/W/A/R/P/A/G/A/I/N/!/
Science Fiction Double Feature
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