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He mentioned soap-dish poisoning. Ressler asked him what that was and he explained that everyone has a soap dish. If you lift the soap and find that underneath it is dry, you’re all right. If it’s gooey, you have the poisoning, which turns your blood to powder. The powder then depletes your energy and eats away at your body. - Richard Trenton Chase
The view is at once the sign the crowd the sea the skin the suit
It's your birthday happy happy birthday. May all your dreams come true. happy birthday!! have nice day with lots of interesting gifts and friends the bunny and ducky perform all cat tricks absolutely free of drugs or physical restrictions of any kind. We hope your birthday is "meow"velous. Late is such an ugly word. I'm sorry is there any way we can straighten this out?
March 20, 1960... I remember the ocean I remember the sea I remember the pig-tailed girl that traded stamps with me.
She was one of those people who was very good at faking an interest in children. "Ooooh, that's quite lovely," she'd moo at the child's inept little scribbles, allthewhile thinking of just how easily she could toss it into the fireplace or even through a thin window, for it was still young and quite small and floppy and she reckoned light enough for a woman of her size and strength to hurl across the room several yards or more. I love women that tell me how much they paid for pieces of clothing that they're wearing, after I compliment them on it. It makes me feel like I am their friend, or could be. She opened the drawer and found the preserved little head from last week: do you mind if I use this for something? For I enjoy scrubbing furiously with their furry little furry heads, the grease just comes straight off, you see? Simply loverly, I think this must be one of those "make up your own caption" sorts of photos,you know, the ones with the compromising picturegraph of a little creature in peril and the corresponding blank space in which to fill in a clever or amusing play-on-words, as for this one she filled in, "I enjoy their little fur heads but not the rest" and was very smug about it even when noone else understood her humour joke. nevertheless, -----> the tumor continued to grow behind her knee, forming a foamy likeness of a pop culture religious icon that certain religious followers might possibly perceive as being a meaningful omen rather than a foaming runaway mass of cancerous cells. the dutiful scrubbing of their little heads over its darkening shape was doing less and less good and she decided that obviously this was because the furry heads were of low quality and she needed not only more of them but higher quality ones, ones with better hair-dos and ones with richer skin and cleaner ears and purer eyes from which to stare out at nothing anymore but the endless ballooning back of her knee, scrub scrub scrub
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we are experiencing mild hallucinations
don't get it (F)
bnecessary evils (D)
(I)my tv has a vagina for animalsex
love is all around me
keep a minimum distance, drowning (E)
baaaa sheep sheep baaa
stares at thecarpets with tearsin myeyes
no sudden movements
everything that is different from me is bad
all for the good of the colony
the saddest part, she had no idea
not much else to do but fill out polls (Rr)
will you still respect me
extra meaty chunk-style
i read all the magazines (L)
don't ask questions
i live in a giant bucket(tm)(r)(c)
i am filthy with secrets
As she stepped outside that morning, something was definitely not right. she felt worse about herself, fenced-in somehow. The world didn't even look the same and there was something very sinister about her front yard. How very strange, she thought...