Tuesday

fracture



I shot my wife in the face, right there.
She didnt look so pretty after that.
and i stood there looking down at her.
and i watched her eyes go all empty.
i could smell the blood, smelled like metal.
and the look on his face, aw he was trying to get her back to life.
well i was pissing myself laughing, because i had taken both the bastards out with one fucking bullet.

-anthony hopkins

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