by enjoying inherited wealth. A week or so later
he would organize your beautiful hallucinations
into some acute and knowledgeable superstition. After that, he started using the drilling
technique while on vast shelves with a tiny
coterie of vacuous celebrities. We all knew it was
highly necessary to send him into the frontal
lobes.
Modern life is a steering wheel that's not
connected to a higher position on the fringes of
an enlarged cerebral cortex, so through the use of
weed, I mixed myself another insoluble enigma and
put the I in Insane.
We must send a Strike Force to conquer and begin
reeducation of the spirit in a gentle sort of dull
neutral grey, and spring horribly upon the
perversions of evil. Jesus spoke of ignorance when
he burst forth with increased and perceivable
sadism.
Freud now caresses the testicles of a bent old
bookseller in Chandos Street, and he almost
fancied the gnarled old Levite smiled amidst
tangles of raw filth. But Freud was in a monstrous
dream, with his arms around a rigid, and hard
naked body of a rather undersized, bent female of
advanced years.
Even the zombies had found love with the bright
green of the sweet flowers, but it was really a
light purple that had been mostly faking it.
However, the day is very beautiful and it asks for
a sign from us.
Ricardovitz
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That's all you Asstraliens ever think about. Y'all are in love with these funny folks. For the life of me, don't reckon I know why neither. Just a few people that liked kill'in a little too much. Too much kill'in's bad for the brain. Does somethin to ya. I have this theory that when you kill a human, the dying body of the Killee gives off some kinda chemical that mushes up the brain some of the Killor. Don't reckon there's been any study done on this. Just a theory, and remember you heard it first from Ricardovitz. |
Frank Stein
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Never heard of them. Are these more dumb americans? anyway, bring on the zombies, have about the same impact as a yank from the ones I met and ones i see on the tv - DAARHH DAARHH DAARHH ME ME ME YAAAH YAAHH BETCHA ME ME SEE bwah |
Gentle_Tenant
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Poor loony Dahmer was confused, that's all. Now take myself as an example of unconfusion. The tenant is never confused. The tenant knows who the enemy is. When drilling-time comes around, who gets it in the frontal lobes? That's right, the filthy, waste of space, land-stealing landlord! Mister and Missus greedy-pig Landlord, you better squeeze your Jesus toy extra hard this Easter - the Tenant is out there, and he knows who you are, and how to find you! Remember this - loony old non-core John is no longer here to protect you scum. |
Ricardovitz
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in Kalifornia prison...Charlie Manson, that's his name. Yup. He didn't much like Landlords either. Fact is, ole charlie, he learned to love prison. He's been what ye call "institutionalzed". Now, he's too scared not to live under the rule of a strong Landlord. He loves his landlord. His landlord will control his commin and goin for the rest of his life. And, ole Charlie, he's ok with that. Now, if a mean old feller like Charlie Manson can be re-trained to love his Landlord, they's hope for you to Tenant. Come visit me up here on Duncan Bald. I'm gonna fix you up real good with them Hauler brothers. You'll learn to love them too. Just like Charlie. |
Gentle_Tenant
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Never confused, Ricky - never confused. Just think about the tenant and your frontal lobes. Just under the bone... |
Cynical observer
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The Jeffrey L. Dahmer drilling technique is clearly still a black art, and cannot yet be called a mature engineering discipline. (IMHO) |
DOCTOR_BENWAY
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My dear Cynical observer, I do take your point, but I must speak out in defence of the poorly understood Dahmer technique. It is true that the method was crude in the extreme, but we must admire it for its sheer artistic verve. After all, I myself destroyed many perfectly good brains in the never-ending quest for the perfectly conforming consumer and worker. A more noble goal is hard to imagine. |
Ricardovitz
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Dahamer's techniques were juvinle compared with Gacey's:   Gacy started taking on jobs as "Pogo the Clown" to entertain children and was given a job as secretary treasurer in the street lighting commission. Gacy continued to cause problems with his sexual advances, approaching a young boy named Tony Antonucci who fought his advances with a chair. A month later, Gacy attempted to handcuff the boy and undress him at his house, but the boy wrestled loose and handcuffed Gacy, making him promise that he would never touch him again. Gacy began to cause more problems when boys that worked for him started disappearing. A number of his employees had gone missing before the police brought him in for questioning. Gacy denied any knowledge of the boys' whereabouts, but the police ran a background check and, finding the sodomy charges, obtained a search warrant for Gacy's house. On December 13, 1978, the police entered his house and found plenty of incriminating evidence such as child pornography, handcuffs, rubber dildos, and ropes. After being unable to charge Gacy on anything other than drug possession, the police did some intense interrogations and began to discover that some of the evidence had belonged to the boys that disappeared. They questioned Gacy further, who admitted that he had killed someone in self-defense and buried them beneath his garage. The police eventually found thirty bodies on Gacy's property, as well as several other in nearby areas, such as the river. Police discovered a total of thirty-three bodies and Gacy's trial began on February 6, 1980. Gacy was found guilty after a short trial and sentenced to death by lethal injection. on May 10, 1994, after a failed appeal, he was executed, ending a criminal legacy that horrified the nation |
Cynical observer
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