antipunk

I want to make mannequins out of them. Tie little strings and pull there mouths open while there bodies twitch. So close... look at the them squirm as I touch them gently... Such truth be told that fear has gripped them into death. Its sad and pathtic but at least I play before I feast... but I"m usally bored by the time I eat. Look at her hands held tight accross her lap almost as if she wants it like that!!! I know better, where the strings are taught and pulled. Just a doll looking at me with those empty eyes. Twitching moving almost seeming alive. *Twitch Twitch* little baby doll. I don't want to play with you anymore... Your so cute though! a Big Squeeze!!!! *Hugging Girly* "Aww I'll brush your hair back okay?"

New games with new playmates. I want the robots that destroy okay? I'll put the batteries in if I have too. Cmon friends, cmon toys were gonna party till we break into boys. I want the touchy feeling fuzzy warm middle inside on my cookie next time... soooo Acidry.....