A Cautionary Narrative written to protect the guilty. theory ebbed with conspiratorial characters, shady deals, and death lurks. Havoc wreaks chill down spine, unnerved adrelaline to sheer Oblivion without notice. What happens when obsession turns fatal?
My husband, family, so called friends? Honestly, wanted Me to fail? Well, My Business is on going ;), I haven't stopped, and no dick will stand in My Way.
dicks are ¢.(1)0 a dozen (12), what does that say about e. wallgen dime a dozen born on a slutty ass day. Meaning gurls are dime a dozen for My husband.
Jealous? Over Who I am? No, Idiots No one is willing to PAY MY Price, I Promise I'm Expensive. I can't imagine selling Myself for trinkets how boring, Money? Shit haven't got enough of that to grant access to a promised Land.
A locked and loaded advanced Military Op. Thanx, training obviously back fired. My energy to use at My Whim.
What was anyone hoping to accomplish? That I'd hit Delta mode? Well, mommie what did u let them do to ur so called demon?
I bet mommie felt they were justified in action. Well, I don't know what the means to an end where. What u think is comfy will become unsettled.
Now That I am AWARE of who I am and what I am truly capable, people tread lightly.
I am awakened and activated better watch that ass, cuz I'll remotely Snipe u :) My bumbling band of idio-tronic, fucked up foot clan