Muhahaha ha *evil face* I curse you thread with every piece Of the soul you wish me to have. Yet I will bear your presence For I know One day soon you'll find yourself Buried alive on the edge of the Grand Canyon. In the dark you'll feel The worms and spiders and beetles Crawling in and out of your eyes and ears and mouth and nose And they will be Your only friends. I'll sit six feet above you Listening to your panicked screams Until everything is quiet. Even the sound of your voice in my head Will be silent forever. May this thread die soon or later...slowly but surely.