The bloody day
The blod was all over the place and the brainsubstans decorated the wall and the killer shot his wife. Six times in one week and stabbed the dog with a fork.
Suddenly twelve dobbermans with rabies hopped up in the air, bit the girl in thousand pieces.
It was not a funny sight. His crazy uncle took a poisoned pistol and poisoned all the dogs, so they didn’t live no more. Granadesplitter flew around.
I feelen’t well, my stomach åkte in and out and I spydd. Should I live, should I die? I want to die. Självmördare must be the solution.
Violence must be king. Snipp snapp sluth, the fairytale is sluth.