I don't know if Il've lost it, or I did that night.
I hope they all die {the mental workers}
Then I can fuck them..
Oh dear god Meatpie..there is a guy who works there, he sits and talks to me.
He is so sweet and handsome...he tells me he cares and wants to understand me.
I want to see him dead on a table, I want to feel his guts in my hands.
I have dreams of him not moving, still, and I slid off his underwear and suck his cold flacid cock.
I hate that I can't use razors, i feel terribly unshaven.
I would cut his throat open, if just could...
Meatpie, you would love this guy.
He's gruff, dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, beautiful feet { THIS IS COMIN FROM ME!!}
I saw them, when we were in our socks....
Meatpie....dear jesus...