If you know me well, you'd probably know I have quite a disturbing mind to say the least. I've been listening Lana Del Rey a lot lately and that vampire-esque sure know how to make her listener morbid and a little psycho. Each time I listen to RIDE, I get very Criminal Mind like but in this case, I'm the criminal. Let me paint the picture in your head so I can leave you feeling disturbed too.
RIDE, Lana Del Rey plays.
Scene #1, Evening, 1900 hours
A group of two-faced bitches having a gathering, sort of like a Two-Faced Bitches Anonymous. They gather over a bonfire, sorta like a little outdoorsy barbecue in some forest or plain field. Everyone's sharing about some stuff they've done in the past, how they've been a two-faced bitch and there were food.
Scene #2. Late evening, 2100 hours
I was taking a stroll in the same area when I stumble upon this TFBA. I hid behind some bushes/trees and peek at them. I realized that I know some of them and these bitches, I despise to the core. I want nothing but death for them.
Scene #3. Midnight, 2400 hours
I listened for 3 hours and though they were sharing on how they've been a two-faced bitch in the past, they weren't feeling remorse nor regret over being a TFB. One of them, a girl; she got up and went to the river to get some water. Something came over me...I followed her and I knocked her down with a rock, she fell flat not knowing who hit her. I took the Swiss army knife in her pocket and push her down the river. Bitches gonna die young.
Scene #4. Midnight, 2430 hours
The group wasn't aware of the girl's disappearance, they were still talking and giggling. I cut through one of their camps and took a bigger piece of knife in one of these bitches' bag. The adrenaline rushed in...I walked out and the TFB asked what I'm doing here. I walk to one of them and took out the knife from behind and slit her throat.
Scene #5. Morning, 0100 hours
They panicked but did not move (cause that's what dumb bitches do) and I was feeling the satisfaction of killing these bitches. One by one, they fall with blood squirting out. Throats slit, gut stabbed. Half an hour later, all these TFB were nothing but corpse laid around the bonfire. My knife, dripping with blood.
Scene #6. Morning, 0130 hours
I walked in circle, around the TFB corpses, smiling with satisfaction unaware of what's coming next. The bonfire, burning brightly.
Scene #7. Morning 0200 hours
The police came, with their guns pointing at me (not the guns down below, the actual gun. How I wish it's the guns down below though) asking me to "DROP THE WEAPON AND HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" I couldn't hear a word they were saying. All I could see is blood. I continue to walk in circle. (imagine if I say "Bring the action. It's Britney, bitch")
Scene #8 Morning, 0300 hours
An hour later, I'm still walking in circle and when a policeman decides to walk forward to me wanting to calm me down, I turned around and stabbed him in the gut. Right after that, a gun shot was fired. I fell, with a bullet to my chest.
RIDE, Lana Del Rey ends...
