I witnessed my own death, yet he just stood there smiling, he then began to laugh louder and louder in the obnoxious way that fat drunk men do. Covered in my own blood, holding the very same weapon used in my very own murder i asked him "what is the meaning of all this!?". His face turned cold and expresionless as he stared at me like a corpse, He replied "Don't you know it's nothing more then poetic ramblings" and his face began to turn red, red with frustration and angst.
I looked to see if your profile said gay straight or bi 'cause I didn't read your post all the way through at first. (Thought it was leaning towards sexuality instead of macabre) I read it and I must say that you have a morbid sense of self.... I like that lol.
Thank you very much but i must say this story isnt about me or anyone in particular, it was fictional story that popped into my head.
Sounds terrible, i've never really thought i was going to die with a few exceptions im not going to get into.
Thanks snoop, although there are alot of cool pics on the net, i just pick and choose I quite like your sig too, but then again snoopy has always been cool.
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