I can’t wait to cut open the bodies and see all of those once living organs nesting peacefully in their rib cage. They probably tell the story of how graphic their killing was. I just love speaking for the dead.
Maybe one day I’ll be the killer and see one of you resting on this steel cold table. I would smile as I cut through your once living flesh.
I woke up at 2:30 AM from my guitar strumming ON ITS OWN. I got so scared I couldn’t move. Happened again this morning. So now I’m gonna put the guitar back in its case and ask the insects or spirits that played it to NEVER DO THAT AGAIN, thank you very much.