Skrevet 30-07-2005 09:25
THE CHAINSAW TWIRLS INTO THE CROWD, RIPPING APART FLESH AND BONES. I HEAR THE SOFT STEPS OF MY BEST FRIEND APPROACHING THE FEAST OF HER LIFE. HER MOUTH RIPS THROUGH THE BONES, CRUSHING THEM WHILE THE BLOOD IS DRIPPING FROM HER DISFIGURED FACE. WE ARE HOME.