"I... uh..." he stammered, trembling, but keeping the bile (barely) contained.

"I just, well, wanted to give you the opportunity to

Pleasantries dispensed with, it was time for her to

There was grace in her, sure, as she

Wrecked bodies seeped,

was a poor imitation of someone who gave a fuck

Today, the apparition of Bob Ross was using bright reds and blues:

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

... say something. Anything."

march on in (cleanse the temple).

flung aside one woman's trash,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

saw nothing that he hadn't before."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

some smaller than others ("They deserve burying.")

standing on the front porch ("Welcome"),

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"Off the cuff, it was worth it."

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

groping for something in his pocket.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

waded deftly through their bodies,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... blade. On her hand. Like something from my son's Halo. It blossomed as she got angrier with us."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

some smaller than others ("They deserve burying.")

quick and without immediate concern,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

waded deftly through their bodies,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... homuncular Katamari ball—made of baby parts—that rolled through walls, just like she rolled her eyes!"

opened fire with the gun he kept behind his desk."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

some smaller than others ("They deserve burying.")

standing on the front porch ("Welcome"),

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

... say something. Anything."

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

flung aside one woman's trash,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... homuncular Katamari ball—made of baby parts—that rolled through walls, just like she rolled her eyes!"

saw nothing that he hadn't before."

to fornicators, baby killers, and sodomites!"

some smaller than others ("They deserve burying.")

quick and without immediate concern,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the reanimated horse, Life vs. Choice] "Beat the Devil out of it."

the blade already extended.

stood, legs wobbling, with no excuse.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

groping for something in his pocket.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

waded deftly through their bodies,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... blade. On her hand. Like something from my son's Halo. It blossomed as she got angrier with us."

opened fire with the gun he kept behind his desk."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

along with some wrecked souls.

quick and without immediate concern,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the reanimated horse, Life vs. Choice] "Beat the Devil out of it."

the blade already extended.

stood, legs wobbling, with no excuse.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

groping for something in his pocket.

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

waded deftly through their bodies,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... homuncular Katamari ball—made of baby parts—that rolled through walls, just like she rolled her eyes!"

opened fire with the gun he kept behind his desk."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

along with some wrecked souls.

from a vantage point between two load-bearing columns,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"Off the cuff, it was worth it."

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

was grateful, in a bystanderly way.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

flung aside one woman's trash,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

along with some wrecked souls.

standing on the front porch ("Welcome"),

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"One rhinestone glove? Am I Michael Jackson?"

with her hand outstretched.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

... say something. Anything."

fiddling with his ear, as if he was about to do some legerdemain.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

flung aside one woman's trash,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

saw nothing that he hadn't before."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

along with some wrecked souls.

from a vantage point between two load-bearing columns,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the reanimated horse, Life vs. Choice] "Beat the Devil out of it."

"One rhinestone glove? Am I Michael Jackson?"

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

waded deftly through their bodies,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

saw nothing that he hadn't before."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

along with some wrecked souls.

quick and without immediate concern,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the reanimated horse, Life vs. Choice] "Beat the Devil out of it."

the blade already extended.

stood, legs wobbling, with no excuse.

was grateful, in a bystanderly way.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

fiddling with his ear, as if he was about to do some legerdemain.

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

flung aside one woman's trash,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... homuncular Katamari ball—made of baby parts—that rolled through walls, just like she rolled her eyes!"

to fornicators, baby killers, and sodomites!"

"Where are the paramedics?"

quick and without immediate concern,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"One rhinestone glove? Am I Michael Jackson?"

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

stood, legs wobbling, with no excuse.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

fiddling with his ear, as if he was about to do some legerdemain.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

waded deftly through their bodies,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... homuncular Katamari ball—made of baby parts—that rolled through walls, just like she rolled her eyes!"

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

some smaller than others ("They deserve burying.")

quick and without immediate concern,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"One rhinestone glove? Am I Michael Jackson?"

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

... say something. Anything."

groping for something in his pocket.

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

waded deftly through their bodies,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

opened fire with the gun he kept behind his desk."

some smaller than others ("They deserve burying.")

standing on the front porch ("Welcome"),

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"Off the cuff, it was worth it."

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

was grateful, in a bystanderly way.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

groping for something in his pocket.

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

waded deftly through their bodies,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... blade. On her hand. Like something from my son's Halo. It blossomed as she got angrier with us."

saw nothing that he hadn't before."

to fornicators, baby killers, and sodomites!"

along with some wrecked souls.

quick and without immediate concern,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

the blade already extended.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

groping for something in his pocket.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

waded deftly through their bodies,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

saw nothing that he hadn't before."

to fornicators, baby killers, and sodomites!"

"Where are the paramedics?"

from a vantage point between two load-bearing columns,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the reanimated horse, Life vs. Choice] "Beat the Devil out of it."

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

... say something. Anything."

fiddling with his ear, as if he was about to do some legerdemain.

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

flung aside one woman's trash,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

opened fire with the gun he kept behind his desk."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

"Where are the paramedics?"

standing on the front porch ("Welcome"),

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"One rhinestone glove? Am I Michael Jackson?"

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

stood, legs wobbling, with no excuse.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

groping for something in his pocket.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

flung aside one woman's trash,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

opened fire with the gun he kept behind his desk."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

some smaller than others ("They deserve burying.")

standing on the front porch ("Welcome"),

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"Off the cuff, it was worth it."

with her hand outstretched.

stood, legs wobbling, with no excuse.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

groping for something in his pocket.

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

waded deftly through their bodies,

the precious bodily fluids got everywhere. "NOOOOOO."

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

along with some wrecked souls.

quick and without immediate concern,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"Off the cuff, it was worth it."

the blade already extended.

stood, legs wobbling, with no excuse.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

... say something. Anything."

fiddling with his ear, as if he was about to do some legerdemain.

go dumpster diving (their souls fucking scream).

waded deftly through their bodies,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... homuncular Katamari ball—made of baby parts—that rolled through walls, just like she rolled her eyes!"

opened fire with the gun he kept behind his desk."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

some smaller than others ("They deserve burying.")

standing on the front porch ("Welcome"),

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"One rhinestone glove? Am I Michael Jackson?"

the blade already extended.

stood, legs wobbling, with no excuse.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

... say something. Anything."

groping for something in his pocket.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

waded deftly through their bodies,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... blade. On her hand. Like something from my son's Halo. It blossomed as she got angrier with us."

opened fire with the gun he kept behind his desk."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

some smaller than others ("They deserve burying.")

standing on the front porch ("Welcome"),

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

"Off the cuff, it was worth it."

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

groping for something in his pocket.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

waded deftly through their bodies,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... blade. On her hand. Like something from my son's Halo. It blossomed as she got angrier with us."

opened fire with the gun he kept behind his desk."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

along with some wrecked souls.

from a vantage point between two load-bearing columns,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the reanimated horse, Life vs. Choice] "Beat the Devil out of it."

"Off the cuff, it was worth it."

hands casually at her sides, visible, un-pocketed.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

gave passing glances, but mostly didn't care.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

march on in (cleanse the temple).

waded deftly through their bodies,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

to fornicators, baby killers, and sodomites!"

"Where are the paramedics?"

quick and without immediate concern,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the medical records piled beneath fliers] “Trees cover up a multitude of sins."

with her hand outstretched.

blinked, then glanced anxiously at the access ramp.

was grateful, in a bystanderly way.

He couldn't turn away from her gaze.

... say something. Anything."

march on in (cleanse the temple).

waded deftly through their bodies,

her rage was a garbage fire.

... vendetta of some kind. Divine or mundane, I ain't sure. But there was fire in her."

loitered, a familiar patron of this establishment."

"Where are the paramedics?"

from a vantage point between two load-bearing columns,

as she stared at a rather painterly scene.

[the reanimated horse, Life vs. Choice] "Beat the Devil out of it."

"One rhinestone glove? Am I Michael Jackson?"