The Decent Into Madness.

Please, Let me hit.

I round up the corner, and there he was. The thorn to my rose, the gyaat to my life, the thug to my shaker. I felt like I could lose myself in those devious, but quandillious, eyes. I'd sacrifice my newborn child to be the one to smash or pass him

But my god, was he fine as hell. It all ended too soon, those 5 seconds I got to spare just to admire him, slipped away just too soon.

So after seeing the life to my love past, I knew what I had to do.

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It's been two days, why am I not seeing the rump to my shaker? Had he realized my intentions? Was I far too obvious? That does not concern me.

What concerns me is if he had children, or even siblings, the reason being that his fine ass could never ever see the light of day ever again. Why? My basement felt lonely, so I had to place a prize possession in there

Yea, I kidnapped the ABSOLUTELY FIIINE piece of GYAAAAAAT and placed him in my lonely, but cozy, basement.

HE'S SO GYAAAAAAT, ZAAAAAAAAMN, BE THE SHOCK TO MY SHOCKER, BE THE SCARE TO MY JUMPSCARE, BE THE HOWL TO MY AWOOOOGA. PLEAAAAASE, ANYBODY, JUST SOMEBODY DRAW THIS FINE PIECE OF ASS, MI A DEAD, EEEEEEEELP