Whilst darkness crept away, i spent time building homemade dynamite, just in case, and i attach the dynamite all around the double door entrance of Sparticus.
I eagerly sit on a rusted park bench outside Sparticus eagerly awaiting my 12:00 deadline, trigger in hand, and destruction in my eyes.
Birds chirp at the serenity of life in the background, as an explosion tears all beauty into its gaping hole, flames ensnare the entire front of Sparticus. Children cower under trees, Women scream, beautiful lullaby's to my ears.
I advance towards the entrance with death lurking in my presence, the sleek rifle lays in my hands, petrified people scatter before me, i am so close i can taste it.
Aisle six, my hand sweating with passion, i grab the jam and all is fine, flowers gently touch my every move, sunshine beats into every spot, bees float around singing sweet, sweet songs to nurse me, and i lay in the soft grass with my jam, for eternity.