"The Black Dahlia Murder"
(A story for ninjas, white belts and up)
(Boredom)
Act One
Me: See You Next Tuesday 2 O'Clock Girlfriend!
Me: But wait.
Me: Dr. Acula has a Job For A Cowboy; PRESCHOOL TEA PARTY MASSACRE!
Ethan: All Shall Perish Through The Eyes Of The Dead?
Me: No.
Me: BUT!
To Bury Your Dead, venture: Into The Moat, Beneath The Massacre, On Broken Wings, From The Carnival Of Horrors, Underneath The Gun, Beneath The Sky, From The Shadows, At The Throne Of Judgement, Last House On The Left, From A Second Story Window.
Ethan: It Dies Today?
Me: After the Burial.
Ethan: OH ****, I GOT SHOT IN THE FACE.
As I Lay Dying, As Blood Runs Black, All That Remains is The Taste Of Blood.
Impending Doom Still Remains.
Embrace The End; My Bitter End.
End Act One
I feel like a better person now.
/Loser.
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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño
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