evilwillow

fact of life.


sometimes, there are just some people who need to be killed.


embrace it. act on it.


okay, don't act on it; I don't want to be blamed when you go to jail.

so let me insert a disclaimer here * I do not endorse or encourage the killing of people.*

I'm just saying, that people who need to be killed exist, and everyone should embrace that as cold hard fact.



and....because I like it too much to put it to rest yet, mr. frost back in play.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.