I sit here, at my friend's desk, his messy room always fucks with my head, the faint stench of weed in my nose, and Paint It Black by the rolling stones playing. My friend here, who sits on the floor by the office chair, eyes rolled way up, he left rags of his own semen decorating the room, and a large collection of internet pornography. How inconsiderate! To make up for this, I did some renovations and decorations of my own. The poor fuck never even bothered to paint his room, furnish the house with carpets or plants, and seemed like he never washed. First I have to tell you, that I cleaned his music collection. Deleted all that new shit and replaced it with Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, and The Motherfuck'in Pixies. I cleaned the porn off his computer, and that was that. Furnishing is the best by far, I'll admit. With the artery in your arm severed, you can use it like a pump action shotgun and spray blood at quite a range. His eyes just kept rolling up, and at one point I'm pretty fuck'in sure he bit his tongue off! Ack what am i thinking, I have to go now, wouldn't want any attention drawn to me, eh?
(This is supposed to be edgy and stupid, I am working on a Hotline Miami screenplay so most of my creative energy is used up there, sorry!)