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IcePicks

When my dad told me that an icepick is a weapon i wasn't surprised.
I was surprised when he told me how.
You see in my eyes everything is a weapon.
Everything from an icepick to spoon can be used for harm.
I was dissappointed at first when I found how icepicks kill.
I thought no blood well thats no fun at all.
But then I was fasinated.
The thought of someone slowly suffering from the inside with no way of knowing.
They look completely fine, but on the inside they're slowly filling with blood in places it shouldn't be.
I wonder what it would do to the brain.
It kind of makes me want to jab an icepick right into someones forhead and see how long it takes to take effect.
You probably think I'm totally fucked up in the brain.
But this is what I think about how to hurt,
And what to hurt.
I know it's wrong, I have a good life.
I don't want to hurt anyone in spicific.
I just like thinking about torchuring others.
And today I'm thinking IcePicks.  

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  • To tell the truth, its really interesting and good. But it seems like something I would have come up with. Good work though.