Crazy Banter.

Hail falls down on the sun, Our race will not live, so help me God, Where going to do the opposite of unloading a gun. We can only win by using force on this unhealthy pod. Change the movie, even if hailed by critics, Watch little Molly get killed by a chainsaw, An absent scream in a scene of screeching crickets. She we dead before i watched her brains fall. Sadistic is nothing compared to this, I the thought, i hate the sappy, I like the thought of dumb souls slitting their wrists. The actually screams make me happy. I love the thought of readers i might startle, I love the people who know I'm right, My effort level is actually partial. I love the people who laugh at life.