| Saturday, April 23, 2011
not yet, though. not till this episode blows over. the best friend is the one within, no more. true, at least.
and i get the oscar for best actress. tired of playing supporting actress in my own life. can't be bothered any more, you've let me down and i don't see why i should continue acting. and the statuette melts. you won't be able to read it, anyway. sure.
it danced elegantly through the warm, soft flesh, cutting and seperating as it saw fit. rivers of blood, swallowing greedily as it's hunger was sated. two its, one person. guess. not you, though, no worries.
what a waste.
the purple piggy oinked 5:27 AM
