Sometimes I feel the easiest thing to do is to just stab you.
And I will do it, don’t think I won’t.
Just like I stabbed your twin and now she is dead!
Oh the joy of the red fluids dripping from her body, onto the knife, her insides spilling on my plate and it taste so fine.
That’s what I am going to do to you too…
Because I love you and I won’t let any drop of you just go to waste!
I love ketchup.
