Dog Breath
02-08-2001, 09:25 PM
The Shark.
The great white predator slips through the murky darkness with ease. Searching, longing for release. As he methodically checks his territory reef by reef he secretly feels a warm glow inside knowing his advantage. His fearful visage. Shafts of light penetrate the darkness making the shadows darker. Moving among the shadows he shies from the light. Long in the distance he hears the sounds of his fraternal brothers making the kill. Should he join his ilk or search for a victim all his own. He ponders as he feels the smooth darkness flow around him. No he thinks, he knows joining a kill means sharing and he would miss out on the chase and the pure high of catching your own, feeling the victim squirm in your grasp, his teeth sinking into flesh. In the distance he sees a school he quickens his pace. The darkness flows ever quick, his pulse surges. He spots his victim. Large and moving fast, too fast. He lunges tensing his long body into action. His victim senses him behind. The hapless victim initially thinks of escape but knows that would cause more harm. He is tired from the long day and the chase. He gives in knowing submission would make the kill quick and less painful. The shark seeing his victim’s resolve moves slowly into the kill. He moves close so he can see his victims eyes staring fearfully into his own lifeless black pools. May I see your driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance? The kill has begun he feels the blood dripping from his chin.
Was that politically incorrect enough for ya?
As unpleasant as it is to think, the "brown shirts" are within our borders.
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Woof.
If it's so sick, why are you laughing?
*insert ugly picture*
The great white predator slips through the murky darkness with ease. Searching, longing for release. As he methodically checks his territory reef by reef he secretly feels a warm glow inside knowing his advantage. His fearful visage. Shafts of light penetrate the darkness making the shadows darker. Moving among the shadows he shies from the light. Long in the distance he hears the sounds of his fraternal brothers making the kill. Should he join his ilk or search for a victim all his own. He ponders as he feels the smooth darkness flow around him. No he thinks, he knows joining a kill means sharing and he would miss out on the chase and the pure high of catching your own, feeling the victim squirm in your grasp, his teeth sinking into flesh. In the distance he sees a school he quickens his pace. The darkness flows ever quick, his pulse surges. He spots his victim. Large and moving fast, too fast. He lunges tensing his long body into action. His victim senses him behind. The hapless victim initially thinks of escape but knows that would cause more harm. He is tired from the long day and the chase. He gives in knowing submission would make the kill quick and less painful. The shark seeing his victim’s resolve moves slowly into the kill. He moves close so he can see his victims eyes staring fearfully into his own lifeless black pools. May I see your driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance? The kill has begun he feels the blood dripping from his chin.
Was that politically incorrect enough for ya?
As unpleasant as it is to think, the "brown shirts" are within our borders.
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Woof.
If it's so sick, why are you laughing?
*insert ugly picture*