A Word Knife, Properly Handled.
I've been gone for awhile, and mostly had to deal with my brother, he is doing well in prison. Apparently, since I couldn't get to upload and scan the photos on a upon here. Here we are! Ah, stabbing. I simply love it. -smirks- The warm, red fluid trickling over their bodies, and I do not doubt it's a totally new sensation overcoming to them. In fact, looking at these photos, give me such a revitalizing, stimulating feeling, it's beautiful. Again, the first two photos, a man whom was slit with a broken glass bottle. The second, a man whom was sleeping on the table outside, was stabbed into the chest, apparently for no reason or perhaps so. Hehe. By far, my favorite is the axe murder. I wish I could push the axe further deeper inside him, I'd love to hear the blood gushing, to hear the squeals. Looking at that man's face, gives me such a peaceful feeling, I'd slip my fingers in more to rub the inside of his throat. I think from the stabbings I witnessed on videos, and slit throats, knives are the real culprits of a mind controlled national branches of law enforcement, courts, and corrections, besides the fact of human dissections, and play spin the bottle with their owners. I can't help it, I couldn't agree happily with anyone. But stabbings are such a beauty of homicide, and anything else beyond this, it makes me think of the song, ''Somewhere Over The Rainbow''. Somewhere over the rainbow, knives are everywhere not like a butterfly in nature, and not of a bee's sting. They are beauty, as in the stabbing is the true portrait of art. -smiles- Enough with my rambling, enjoy my collection as I shall add more.