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I'm seriously considering blowing my brains out, Gray matter that used to hold my consciousness now plastering the walls behind my carcass. Blood Art, a new cultural norm for an over populated planet. Euthanasia be dambed lets **** the innocent, the consumer, the ****** I could cure this planet of all it's problems if only I had more ink in my pen and more shells in my Shotgun
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Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
Believe your Butcher
I'm seriously considering blowing my brains out, Gray matter that used to hold my consciousness now plastering the walls behind my carcass. Blood Art, a new cultural norm for an over populated planet. Euthanasia be dambed lets **** the innocent, the consumer, the ****** I could cure this planet of all it's problems if only I had more ink in my pen and more shells in my Shotgun
nathaniel
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Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
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