A BALLAD OF THE AXE AND CHAINSAW
I pull the lanyard on my chainsaw, hear ir pop and stutter live. Beast that it is, it wants to wander, chew on something that's nearby. "You want this tree cut up on not? I run on gas, can't wait all day. I do what I do fast and well. What happens next is up to you." I set its racing teeth to work,... Sign in to see full entry.