:: mercenary ::

I walked down
the street one
day when I saw
a man who really
looked at me funny
so I killed him
with my gun and
then I stomped on
his head. I think
he liked it because
his body didn't move
and I know that means
that you want more.
So I gave him more.
And more and more.
Then I turned off the
computer and had dinner.

Copyright © 13/06/2003 Randolph West

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