(7/7)
My time in Parkin, Arkansas is done.
One traitor met a fate she can’t outrun.
I step into the car knowing that one
Of three tasks I have left to do is won.
(6/7)
The cold in Parkin, Arkansas is real.
The Judas starts to waken as I kneel.
I greet her with a smile and loaded gun
While first warm rays make our skin bake and peel.
(5/7)
The flames in Parkin, Arkansas expand.
A gift from hunters lies at my right hand
I set to work securing bonds of steel
For morning’s welcome light’s almost at hand.
(4/7)
It’s dark in Parkin, Arkansas tonight.
My lover questions why I chose this site.
When morning dawns my love will understand
As Winter’s Sun emits a cleansing light.
(3/7)
While Parkin, Arkansas is quiet here,
I almost see their spirits disappear.
I promise you I will go make this right.
Not even God himself could interfere.
(2/7)
Revenge in Parkin, Arkansas is nigh.
This far into the woods with none nearby
No one will hear me mourn what I held dear.
I stare up to the stars and say goodbye.
"Parkin, Arkansas" (1/7)
The night is dark in Parkin, Arkansas.
This funeral pyre’s the only source of thaw.
The Little Bird flies up into the sky,
The wounds upon my heart still fresh and raw.
A lot of Giovanni have showed up in town all of a sudden. I guess they are some mother-fucking serious mother-fuckers.
#NotKidding
Seriously. They fuck their mothers.
My employees convinced me to play Just Dance with them. You hold your phone in your hand, and try to keep up with the dancers on the TV. Statistics so far:
2 humans injured
1 hole in the drywall
3 cell phones rendered unusable
0 change to body shape.
Results indeterminate
TFW you get an idea, make a spreadsheet, have a meeting, show your coworkers your idea, and they spend the whole meeting arguing about threats to their existence.
#FML
When a Tremere asks you "Does this chalice of vitae taste funny to you?", don't drink it.
1. It might be theirs.
2. It might be Adam Sandler's.
Either way, it's not funny.