The Art of Death
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Last published Sun, May 31, 2015
Art is my life without it I would be nothing. I love it because their is so many ways to create art some may use a paint brush or oil pastels. But my tool is special and I have a unique way of doing my art. As my knife a waits and so does my next victim. After all It does run in my family. The art of death is my favorite way of creating my hearts masterpieces.
*********warning may be disturbing to readers ************
Includes
*mental pictures*
*language*
*gore*
*lastly a bunch of crazy messed up ideas*
****TRIGGER WARNING****
Enjoy!
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