Friday, September 5, 2014

1. That's it

1. That's it. Just 1. There won't be a two or anything. 1. Is enough.
And I have to fucking get across Kentucky by foot. I'm nearly fucking dressed, so I'm gonna fucking struggle to succeed at ANYTHING until I have my weapon back. I'm gonna find a house to sleep.
Look. Fort Harrod. Meet me there. The time we met, ON THE SPOT. Understand? You should remember the time. Don't say it here. We'll have a fucking chick flick moment there. Diamond eye is still on the hunt for Me. Hes suburb at it. I'll keep moving get here quick

-Devin McCoy

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