Joseph just sat there.Sweating and pleading. Where was his God now?
The music played while I chewed on the brush, thinking.
".......And if it looks like we were scared to death.....Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other....You should have seen it in color..."
So I positioned his head in front of the recently whitewashed wall, and shot him right between his temples.
While the brain bone fragments made up for the perfect feel, the red splatter on the wall reminded me of the days we've had.
Hi, Im an artist. And I am going to be the metronome of this society.
The music played while I chewed on the brush, thinking.
".......And if it looks like we were scared to death.....Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other....You should have seen it in color..."
So I positioned his head in front of the recently whitewashed wall, and shot him right between his temples.
While the brain bone fragments made up for the perfect feel, the red splatter on the wall reminded me of the days we've had.
Hi, Im an artist. And I am going to be the metronome of this society.
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