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was all his Swedish therapist said in return. Six months of silent psychoanalytic therapy had driven him to demand an answer, and this unintelligible gobbledygook is what he got.

It's no wonder the Vikings sailed the world. It beat staying home, silent, cold, eating fucking rotten fish. There were no answers in therapy. His journey would

eventually lead him to an old abandoned house on the corner of Fifth & State. He wasn't quite sure why he ended up at this particular place, but figured it had something to do with

his long-term loss of short-term memory. He knocked warily on the peeling paint of the door and it eerily creaked open. *deep breath* Stepping inside, he immediately noticed

that all of furniture had been rearranged. In the back of his mind, he thought "amnesiac interior decoration." He knew he did it because "Remember" was stitched on a throw pillow.

with the same thread he now held in his hand. And by "held in his hand" I mean stuck threw his hand with a knitting needle. It became too much for the dancers who had THE PLAGUE

began to wrap his vintage brown leather belt around his arm until suddenly a loud crashing sound was heard off in the distance. Only then did he proceed to violently

snap his suspenders against his burly chest making his chafed nipples bleed. Babe de ox burst through a copse of trees, stopped and dropped the chapstick saying, "Sorry I am late."