Dear All Staff,
I just wanted to let you know that I used to love you, but I had to kill you. Obviously, you cannot read this because you're all dead now. Daddy was right when he told me, "eighteen and life you got it, eighteen and life to go." My crime is time, and its...eighteen and life to go.
Oh Bojo, why did you have to step into my line of fire! Lord, pour some sugar on me, oh in the name of love. I wanted to have love in an elevator. I wanted to live it up and I went down.
Now I feel like I should jump, like I might as well jump.
I had no idea a gun would be so easy to shoot, and staff so easy to hit. I mean, like, you guys didn't even run, you little poopers! Didn't you see me? Gosh you're all so dumb. You know where you are? You're in the office, baby. Its gonna bring down down.
Bojo wake late and put on you're clothes, and take your credit card to the liquor store. Now thats one for you and two for me. I'm rolling like a freight train, just shot out a pagan's brains. I'm gliding like an aeroplane one more time to-night. Well I've got one chance left on a night like tonight. I've got a dog that doubts my smile. I've got a molotov coctail and a match to go: I smite my heathens in style.
Lord, I'm blinded by the light, wrapped up like a douche in a corner of the night.
Well, I entered light. I'll enter night. Its off to never never land.
Goodbye staff. You were not worthy to breathe air. If you just tried a little harder you could've had a right to serve me. Unfortunately you failed. We could've had pizza and giggled and had tickle fights while we watched the Ten Commandments. Instead you chose to watch Harry Stupid Head Potter and now you're all dead. ...So there!
Its hard to forgive, but I'll try because the cops will be here soon.
Yours really,
Terrorlyn
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