angryA Poem by caspersometimes, i plan murdersi would gladly put a pullet through your brain or poison your blue iced tea. it would be my pleasure to watch tears stream down your face as i squeeze the life out of you. i've got terrible, terrible fantasies, and i just want to make them come true... if only you weren't my mother...
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Added on April 21, 2014Last Updated on April 21, 2014 |