Originally Posted by pumpkin pie

Today, Images formed in my mind as clear as daylight, my corpse hanging from a rope appearing in mid air uncertain where exactly it is hanging from, "if it wasn't Katherine, it would be someone else eventually" on the other end was my neck and my face looks like one of the bad actors in B Movies who had on when it die from a chocked on the neck by a rope, "maybe I should kill katherine instead of myself with a knife like the one used by Anthony in the bathroom scene" its tilted to one side with an obscenely long tongue that still drips saliva hanging from a half parted lips. Occasionally my corpse would burst into a horrid hysterical laughter and violently twitching as if it would fall off the mid air hanging and forever falling with nothing to hang on to, falling, falling, into an endless abyss, which actually should have been my kitchen, "look at that looser, she can't face life" well, because I've always imagine I'd hang myself in the kitchen. "do you want me to leave her?" Slowly my flesh turns purplish grey with dark red blood clog popping up like flowers blooming, an effect sort of like it was pre-shots and then speed up on film projected onto my decaying maggoty flash, feels sort of like watching your monitor goes on energy saving mode and the microsoft swash thingy would fly around on this dark background. "i've no intention of hurting you, but our marriage had gone stale for the last five years, don't you see?" like that, only its not a swash thingy but an ugly mold patches that seems to be in focus then out again. Oh my god, I am one of those women I had pitied in the pass, whose husband had 5 wifes and 6 concubines ... FML