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I'm calling the Peasant .
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I'm calling the Peasant .
Life's good .

Obsession. Obsessive. Obsessed. Abscess.




I am sitting here and I feel spiders crawling all over my body . It tickles . I like it .
What would you say it I had an obsession with a dead boy . I still remember his touch.
I can hear him singing to me . His voice repeats the same thing over and over .
"listen to the sound of my voice while I let my blade linger. listen closely, can you hear
her screaming , Can you feel the crimson red blood flow down your leg from your
stomach ?" It makes me feel all tingly. Slices my leg open and cups the blood from his
hand and pours it in to my mouth. he grabs the piece of flesh and cuts a piece off .
puts it in his mouth and tares it with his teeth . I look up at him with a big crooked
grin on my face . "baby this is hell" he whisper in my ear. i grab his hand and bring it
to my Chest let it linger down to my hip and stick the blade in far . i drag it a long to
the other side , I stand up and Watch my intestines fall out . I put my mouth by his
ear and Say "baby this is only the beginning ."