with a quick smirk and the turning of a blade, I looked down and saw a river of crimson spray,spouting out of my chest. All that was heard amongst the bloody waterfall, were the echoes of a simple, yet beautiful chuckle.
November 15, 2004
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Too Bad...
Posted by David Scheidt at 4:19 PM
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