Yimmy yon yead; ain’t long now till you are dead.
Finger nails ripped out one by one;
no pity for you, he thinks you're scum.
Finger nails ripped out one by one;
no pity for you, he thinks you're scum.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
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So cheery to come home to; somebody's plans for a torturous murder. Still, after an evening of flamenco music at La Tasca...
I've had that happen & it ain't fun!
Oh, it's a finger...
An optician AND a manicurist!
well at least he has good reason. i can't even begin to count the number of times i've wanted to kill someone i thought was scum.
Yeah, but could you live with the guilt?
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