1. knife in my hand, the anticipation is murdur
swiftly and quickly i make the first cut clealny, being sure to go all the way through
The little girl screams in delight, finally recieving her cake
2. my eyes are drawn to this single enticing sight
i thrust my hungry mouth forward, fangs extendede like a monster, tearing the flesh
my hunger for this greapfruit is atlast appeased
3. i become anxious, sweating from every single pour
the work is disgracefull but the outcome so blissfull
one final pull and i hit my targe tdead center, winning the paintball match
