May 23, 2003 16:01
The floor drips with blood. Huge splatters on the walls and ceiling. I'm talking Full Metal Congolese Cannibal Warefare here, people. I am the Leather-Face of deal-making. And the back of time, it is BROKEN. No one understands my wild and wrathful joy. But that's okay. No one's asked to, nor invited to.
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