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i'm bad
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O, i have sinned.
most grievously. and i now wish to confess the blood-curdling
details of my repugnant behavior and odious acts.
horrid. horrid. i am foul even to the foulest miscreant
of hell. the turd of shit creatures. an obscene
dement and nauseator. dung beetles spit at me. i
have committed deeds atrocious, and my heinous odium
stinks to high heaven. if there were gods looking
down upon us, it would rain vomit. the angel on
my shoulder shit himself, in fact, at the first
mere suggestion of the gut-wrenching infamy i so
perversely perpetrated upon impeccable persons.
i, paragon of depravity, devoured the souls of these
seraphim like satan, drunk, at a barbeque eating
saints' gizzards, defiled them foully, in acts so
loathsome and detestable that the very least of
the pious would tear his own ears off, so grotesquely
wicked and rank that language itself cannot begin
to indicate the enormity. hence, could these words
themselves, as you, friends, read them, poison you
with vile, bilious effluvium could the light with
which they shine radiate into your eyes an acid
at a billion degrees celsius' could the very lines
that form them uncurl and twist your addle-brained
egg-heads off... then they would still not bear
a spark from the infinite inferno of abhorrent evil-doing
which they would describe. nay, nay, for the slightest
fraction of the smallest particle of an inkling
would unhinge the greatest mind, and yours, my friends,
would unravel like a novelty roll of toilet paper
unwound by a particle spinning in some particle
accelerator that won't be built for another ten
thousand years. nay my friends, insanity lies that
way. and now my macabre carnival of offal-soul hits
the road again to precipitate the tragic degradation
of various peoples by feats of perversion and acts
of filth. it could be you. details: may 20 june
3, the eastern europeans are to be polluted shamelessly.
june 3 june 23, i spread my scum in chicago. if
you're a wicked sinner and need to be punished,
i'm here to help: elmo@redbrain.com with entirely
sexual love, elmo
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NEXT TUESDAY: an autoerotic hanging on paper
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