He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
Killing is killing, whether done for duty, profit or fun
...a murder of crows gormandized until they were satiated.
I wish you all had one neck and that I had my hands on it.
American corporate capitalism is a murder-suicide mission.
Handsome and brilliantly rich; their fatal flaw is murder.
Property damage is so much easier to live with than murder.
Something of a pattern had started to form and it was ugly.
ain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
If I could quietly kill her without anyone knowing, I would.
Aside from murder alibis and kinky sex, what good are clones?
Experiment or not, the government is always watching. - Felix
Where there is murder, anything can happen." - Poirot, Pg. 52
He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.
My love disappeared, along with the evidence of her dead body.