Death's diary
June, 20th 2012
Ah, yes. The toxic smell of liquor, the unnecessary volume of this "upbeat" music. A laugh disperses from lungs. Upbeat. How putrid. The scene of mere teenagers sloppily frolicking around the Banoi ساحل سمندر, بیچ wasn't all that satisfactory me [although I was quite amused with seeing them all as innocent children again], but I waited patiently. They were all running towards the spiked مککا, عجیب الخلقت bowl, but from what I see... They were running straight towards me. As risky as they all had gotten, I was still disappointed. Not one death. Yet. Another amusing character to me was...
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