Cashcow

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Villain

on Dec. 6, 2009

This morning I awoke in a cold sweat, beads trickling down my neck like roaches scampering when you turn on the light. "lol caomoo" I though pensively to myself. They had visited me again in the night, the terrors. The monster. The "seedyeyezeldamen" and boogeymen who inhabit the frightening corner of out minds. Red blood dripping from mandible and tooth, claws soaked in what I can only presume to be "3 sixy" is some kind of sick and twisted sacrifice to some unseen terrible being. They were of course premonitions. It was coming. The monsters in my heart and mind could not be contained by something so simple as "supea maryo smash bros brall". They had to be extinguished. But, what man or woman in this modern day and age could do something so "sexi laddies"? My mind and heart raced. Of course they would consider me insane if I told the police this, they'd lock me away in that padded room again with the one florescent bulb screaming bloody "lolmoo" at me, clawing at my eyes and throat. Pulling away the essense of my being. But, you. You believe me, don't you?