ransom, by Peaches |
i'll slaughter your daughter i'll carve up her face i'll fill her with mortar to keep her in place the other; her brother so readily dead i'll feed him your daugher and cut off his head |
Posted: 2009-06-16 08:48:04 UTC |
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2010-08-03 18:49:38 | My.Lovenote.Has.Gone.Flat.XO |
weird and freaky but good |