Shane W.- Age: 20

7 October 2008

House Centipede

It's finally over. I want you dead. Climb these descendible stairs into starry night. Legalize murder. Die in a fire. I want to cut off your limbs, cease the profuse blood, as your effusive self whimpers in the night, by branding the stubs with a hot cow iron, box you in a small refrigerator box, penetrate your perforated blood stream with tubes of nutrients as you piss yourself, then ship you off for trade and profit in this lucrative business of mercenaries.