Yup, I wuz right. You need laid.
As my dark memories gather, I laugh at the antics of man. Superficial things, like blood drops, and the fallen despairing leaves. The death, the decay, the torrent of rottenness, like the pointless unholy terror of life. Decrepit old men stare through blank, emotionless eyes, squeezed of their vigor and youth by the unkind press of time.
Velociraptors.