A hippie cult leader, thats what I am called, I didnt know why until they shaved my head bald. You think that I'm insane and that I'm not mentally stable, but you had better watch out because it is you that I will disable. I probably wont kill you, No- I wont take your life, though if you cross me, you will feel my knife. I'm not very swift, and my blades not really sharp, but cut you I will, straight for your heart. You will feel a great pain and see your fleash tear, you will plead for your life, and then beg in dispair. I will be standing over you, your body in a pile, then your eyes will see one more thing...My Last Smile!
Reason for writing:
One of the guys I was locked up with told me that I looked like Manson, and that worried him enough that he and several others wouldn't even talk to me for a couple of months.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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