February 25, 2011

rare talent

diary of sharpening the knives dear,

two can play at that game. laugh all you want. snap. i don't even care. crackle. it is all fair. pop. fair and square. on your mark- get ready- sink that mother fucker in- make sure you hit your mark babe- the knife is not your friend. why are your hands both shaking- not used to lashing out? you have me right where you want me- i told you- i wont even shout. i wrote the note telling them- this is what i wanted done- giving you permission.chicken shit pussy bitch stop running your big fat mouth. shit or get off the pot- better yet just get the fuck out.