No one can resist,
double layer of pure beef.
Carnivore mode on!
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Last Night
It was dark, it was night.
I was lonely and afraid.
The rain pounded on the windows
and I a sad widow,
was waiting for my dead wife.
Tic-toc, tic-toc went the clock.
The wind hauled against the walls.
And I sat there waiting.
In vain.
My veins, waiting as well.
A thunder strikes,
I take a deep breath and cut.
But feet no pain.
I am about to see my dead wife again.
A knock on the door.
“Honey, I’m home.”
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