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I'm the ***** ************ your mother told you about. The creeping evil ****** with the boxcutter. I'm waiting at the station for the lone cow separated from the herd to walk by. So I can lash out with my boxcutter and paint the world red. Nothing makes me smile like that little exhale of air that escapes when the throat is cut. Nothing feels better than bathing in the blood of the so called ******* innocent. Watch yourself. My boxcutter and me are lurking. All we ever do is lurk, and wait and cut up cattle. You aren't careful... You'll be next!
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Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
Boxcutter
I'm the ***** ************ your mother told you about. The creeping evil ****** with the boxcutter. I'm waiting at the station for the lone cow separated from the herd to walk by. So I can lash out with my boxcutter and paint the world red. Nothing makes me smile like that little exhale of air that escapes when the throat is cut. Nothing feels better than bathing in the blood of the so called ******* innocent. Watch yourself. My boxcutter and me are lurking. All we ever do is lurk, and wait and cut up cattle. You aren't careful... You'll be next!
the-darkness
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Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
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