Urge to Kill Rising
I am in the desert. It is 5am here. Outside, a legion of cheerful bird calls resound, heralding the new day. I am filled with the desperate need to find the bastards and kill them to shut them the hell up. Then I want to cook them and eat them. Sadly, the one thing I could have used as a weapon was taken from me by the TSA. It's obvious the birds and the government are working together against me.
In my semi-insane state, I keep expecting the dude from the Tokens to begin crooning "The Lion Sleeps Tonight," where upon I will want to kill, cook and eat him as well. You are all bastards. More later.
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