Damn, I would have a Kira shaped hole too!
Sorry, I'm a dirty fuck neck.
Anyway here is a poem for you, I was gonna put it in my journal so if you see it there too don't think your tripping out.
I can remember the first time the knife went in.
It felt like stabbing a watermelon,
Only melons don't scream.
I've done it a hundred times since then,
But I still flinch when the blade hits bone.
you were in my dream last night...but it was odd cause you didn't dress like yourself...and it involved you telling me alll these places to meet youin La...but you wouldn't drive me so i was just wandering around aimlesly and there were lots of random people running around in prom dresses and i remember randomly stopping to do some ceramics......such a strangly odd dream