Glide that knife along her throat, give her pain like she expresses in her final note

(("for ever moment of silence a blue cow is born"))

"-silence- you know whats coming"-boy1
"-gets the shot gun- hell yea cow huntin"-boy2
"NO you dont shoot em!"- boy1

I feel traped and confined between your lips and mine

-for you fishie-

Stand through the pain, don't make a sound, if one peep is heard, he may hit you down....

To think she'd wasted her time killing you

As she tightens that chain.. her face puffs up, eyes are go red, and she falls into a deep sleep

And there she lies... with a chain around her neck and a pale face

And she thought she actually meant something to you...

Where is your excitment... we lasted one month... aren't you proud of us... through all the fighting already?

They call it a cursed suicide... she called freedom