Voltaire - [The Chosen]--- Once i was so angry, at people, for leaving me somewhere, that i started to chase them through the mall. In my chase, i fell up an escalator, and cut open my hand. Dripping blood, and running, i was chasing them through Lenox Mall's parking lot, calling after them, in what i thought was coherent speech, but was later told was nothing but incoherent howls, growls, and snarls.
I was trying to tell them i wouldn't hurt them, if they stopped.
Good night.
I was trying to tell them i wouldn't hurt them, if they stopped.
Good night.