Tuesday, May 12, 2009

All Out of Rope.

......and if it had a chance in hell of working, I'd take the dullest razor blade and slice my wrists into ribbons and let the blood escape. 

......and if I thought it might make you stop,  I'd crack my skull into a million pieces just to show you what I think. 

......and if it would provide a possibility that you might finally desist, I'd mix a deadly cocktail of amphetamines and send them singing through my veins.

If there were anyway to just shut you up I'd choose any death at all just to stop your voice from damaging me, like acid to my ears. 

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