2004-11-14 -- 11:28 p.m. Here, let me paint a picture for you. Smoke dulled the image of the room. Every wall and picture a dank white tone of brown. Furniture so impacted into it self that sitting in it was a foreshadowing of the past, feeling the form of everyone sat in it before. Every noise echoed from the inability to move freely. Every sound resonating back onto itself, sounding like twenty totally silent people milling around, every so often a click and scratch would sound and echo followed by a flash of a flame. The infamous inhale would follow after that. Imagine here, just for a minute. My mind circling around the room so damaged with the smoke, nothing could take the smell out. I’d take a hit every so often, every time it would roll around to me. I couldn’t tell how long it took for me to go from hit to hit. I was starting to flout. That feeling in your chest. That tingling, and then my feet become so light I can’t even walk or sit with out leaning against something. I would forget. So long forgotten the feeling of forgotten. Not having to remember why I’m here and what’s happened. Not having to comprehend what I promised, what I lied about, how he’s going to feel, how I’ll lie about it. Ray? Why are you getting up? He looked like a blur, he looked like a gray blur. Ray, why are you so close to me. … … … I couldn’t even scream. If you could, would you kill him? God danm… look at her… mother fucker. Mmmmm, look at em legs, fucking shit, danm! I’d like to have a slice of dat azz. Mother fucker. She wants it, hell yes, she wants this. Fuck this shit. Why the hell would she be smoking with me if she didn’t some of this shit? Why would she come back to me? Ya, she always wanted me! That’s why she broke up with Dewayne in the first place. Fucking fool… to bad he didn’t brake up a piece of that. I’d take it to the next level, fuck her good. Stick dat shit deep in her. What would you do if you saw this? Pushing her down to the couch. She couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t think. The weed took her off her feet. Even if she wanted to stand she couldn’t. Her body is so limp, it fell with out an effort. Two bowls smoked, she was fucking wasted. On the couch she heard an echo of a zipper and his hands unzipping his fly. Still blurred she saw his face come fucking close to hers. His hands on her tits and waste, an other fly going down, she could hear the same sound. Cold, and harsh, her pants tore at her legs not wanted to go down. But pushed so hard and flung off, landed across the room. Fuck her underwear, they tore away with just a pull. Fuck her sanctuary, fuck her pussy. Fucker in the ass. His tong forcing down her throat. His head, his whole body moving down farther down to her bare, slick and shaved pussy. He smelled her pheromones, and then tasted them, digging his teeth into her clit. And sticking his tong down her hole. Enough. Fuck the head, she don’t like it. Take some fucking fingers, bitch!. Four at once down into her pussy, rammed straight into her cervix. Ya, fucking like this, bitch, never did anything to me, fucking say no again! Fucking say no again, next time, you’d better fucking give me head, bitch, you fucking slut. I’m-a fuck you, I’m-a fuck you good, bitch, slut, fucking little whore, I’m-a fuck you like a fucking whore I’d kill him. Smash his head with my hands till I saw nothing but a nasty fucking blur of red. Then I kill him, choke him to death, till I couldn’t hear his breath. Till his eyes shown no more life, dull and wide, pupils black as his heart. Soon, death so be our part. Taste your blood and drink your soul. I’d take it, and fucking smash it to the wall. Never ending pain, ever subsides lust. If I could I’d kill you. I swear to that. Just pray every night I stay in Georgia. Hope that my face won’t be the last think you see!