Well Punctuated Death.

The darkening black streak of mascara smeared on the side of her tragic face quickly made him realize that his words could be used just as easily as a .45 and a pocket full of slugs. They could have pierced her heart further then any arrow could, a fountain of crimson spray filled her chest as more and more verbs and nouns tore her apart, limb by limb, organ by organ.

March 30, 2005