jewishpickles

Satoshi… Satoshi! It never changed. He isn't dead! He's coming back! The same recurring nightmare. No matter what Doctor Irie stated that year before… no matter how many times I've watched him lying there, it repeats nearly every night. You promised he wasn't dead! You promised you were going to save him! That's when I lose my mind. I'm enraged. Seething with hatred. It's almost as if I'm not human anymore, but a demon has taken over my body. I want Doctor Irie dead. I want him to die in the most inhumane fashion possible. I'll tear off his fingernails. Gouge his eyes out with a rusty spoon. Rip out his tongue with my bare ha