i am miserable.
i am beyond miserable.
i am fucking angry.
violently full of rage.
i wish you were made of glass so that i may smash you into tiny pieces.
beyond fucking recognition.
tiny irrepairable shards.
a million little pieces.
a hundred million little pieces.
seven hundred and fifty million four hundred eighty two thousand pieces.
i want to massacre you.
i want to rip out your vital organs and feed them to starving vultures.
i want to feast on your blood merely because i could.
i want to make pendents out of your eyes.
shoelaces out of your intestines.
candy dishes out of your kidneys.
an ashtray of your heart.
i would take up smoking just to butt my cigarettes out on your pulmonary artery.
i want to scratch your flesh into a pile of bloody pulp.
destroy you.
cease your existence.
i want to wrap my hands around your throat and feel your last gasping breath through the tips of my fingers.
i'll paint a masterpiece with the leftover blood.
i'll wrap that fucker up and give it to your sister for christmas.
i am beyond miserable.
i am fucking angry.
violently full of rage.
i wish you were made of glass so that i may smash you into tiny pieces.
beyond fucking recognition.
tiny irrepairable shards.
a million little pieces.
a hundred million little pieces.
seven hundred and fifty million four hundred eighty two thousand pieces.
i want to massacre you.
i want to rip out your vital organs and feed them to starving vultures.
i want to feast on your blood merely because i could.
i want to make pendents out of your eyes.
shoelaces out of your intestines.
candy dishes out of your kidneys.
an ashtray of your heart.
i would take up smoking just to butt my cigarettes out on your pulmonary artery.
i want to scratch your flesh into a pile of bloody pulp.
destroy you.
cease your existence.
i want to wrap my hands around your throat and feel your last gasping breath through the tips of my fingers.
i'll paint a masterpiece with the leftover blood.
i'll wrap that fucker up and give it to your sister for christmas.
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celery:
who are you talking too?
aspasia:
Sounds like you need a vengeance demon.