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I looked upon my bedroom wall, never had

  • I looked upon my bedroom wall, never had I seen so many shadows dancing on it. N object in my room could cast such terrific things. I covered my eyes with my blanket but something
  • , someone was beside me, I could feel it! He was whispering scary stories in my ear that soothed me to sleep. Every night after that I could hear the whispers from the shadow
  • who eventually brainwashed me into attending church services. The first week I was thrown out for wearing 'inappropriate clothes' and the second week I was struck by lightening whi
  • le loudly humming 'is this the real life' under my breath. I was struck yet again by the lightning when I mistakenly used the holy water offered at the front to wipe my
  • seeping boils. They cleared right up, but the priest was hopping mad about it. So I told him that I was christening my boils at the font and he felt much better and lent me a hand.
  • The hand he offered had been found in the Poverty box. I thanked him & asked if he could put it into the baptismal & then slap my boils with it. "Oh yes", he said enthusiastically.
  • It seemed delicious, his eyes grew wide; he was salivating. The music in my head swelled to a crescendo and my clothes felt tight
  • . I tore them off, much to his delight. He was out and out panting now, watching me prancing, dancing to the beat of a different drum. Gyrating around his stupified face, I threw
  • Some key lime pie as I sang "When I win the lottery". Then the iceman arrived and said, "you rang?* I had accidentally dialed M for Murder. Sure enough, the club manager
  • clubbed me to death, but at least I would never again have to pay a cover charge. I could just waft into the club and nobody could stop me. Always look on the bright side!
Started
2015-09-02 17:15:04
Finished
2017-09-01 13:43:24

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