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[teetheyes]

I had a shitty week. I watched John turn into a fucking dog, had him tell me to screw off, wandered this bullshit city looking for some help, ran into "Sakurazuka Seishirou" that son of a bitch, watched a new fountain get built in one day, finally came home wishing it was the citadel for once and John's still a motherfucking dog. I was running on 72 hours with no sleep (I should try for 96 next time, fuck), just crashed right there. Now I'm up smoking down the last of my cigarettes thinking of stealing the Silk Cuts because John has no FUCKING THUMBS to smoke his own.

To the little cunt responsible for all this, your days are numbered, and I'm going to carve a fucking calendar in your hide checking off each day that passes while I'm experimenting with new ways to make you scream before I finally decide to kill you.

Comments

[metousiosis.livejournal.com]

Do you wish to wound me with your words?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I think not.

[metousiosis.livejournal.com]

Then why the resistance? All I offered was a pack of cigarettes.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

And I said I don't need anything from you, cigarettes included.

[metousiosis.livejournal.com]

As you say.