i must be a really, really evil enemy. my attacks are silent, cruel, and so instinctive that i hardly noticed the execution. i won't even realize the extent of the damage until my foe showed up devastated.
i guess it was a bit too much, what i did, even for someone like him.
was that remorse i just felt? that's a good sign, i guess. but sorry is the only thing i have to say.
sigh. i hate this side of me...
the monster within just smiled, licking its bloody claws in satisfaction.
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The coming May 2010 elections will be my fifth national election since I joined mother station . And just as in the past four, I will not be... -
The eight-year old boy was oblivious of the time, and continued playing jolens at the empty lot behind the school. The rest of his playmate...
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