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First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.
Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors. Not nearly as quaint," she squealed, but more like fresh doggie poop!"
It's time to; "paint the house", with Elmer's glue. It tastes good! Gently fluffing his pubic hair toupee, only his hairdresser in tow, languid and bittersweet. Georgina, the name he used while stripping, a trisexual who
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