I saw a dead man, or what should've been a dead man. He lied on the ground, the darkness of the night enveloping him. I approached him thinking he was a drunk or homeless man. Though as I approached I saw that he was in pieces. His arm's severed at the elbows, head hanging by a thread to his neck. His eyes looked up at me and he smiled, before he closed his eyes once again. I ran.

one big rope

You gay? Let's hang...

"-rep you stink" yeah dont come by my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ profile again you dirty ♥♥♥♥♥♥ smelly sheep goat ♥♥♥♥♥♥ kiwi i know you and your mates or whatever the ♥♥♥♥ are down there RIGHT NOW in ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dune ♥♥♥♥ or whatever city banging all the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ animals you see with your little kiwi ♥♥♥♥♥ and i think its very bold to say that I stink when i know your stupid country doesnt know what showers, deodorant, cologne, perfume any of that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ is.

who are you?

profile comment sections are the most beautiful form of cancer