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Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 1, 2005 14:35:09 GMT -5
A Child called It? No, i havent, but if you reccomend it... I dont think youve fully expirience Ed Gein till youve seen the movie and watched him jump around in his sewn together woman suit. effin sick!
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Post by Monkey and Bellanei on Feb 1, 2005 17:26:01 GMT -5
Jeffery Dhamer lived up in Milwaulkee. He lured people to his apartment from bars and killed them. Basic description...go to the crime library site. Just Google it, I can't recall the address...
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Post by kirjavaa on Feb 2, 2005 13:15:09 GMT -5
rabbit boy darling, your switching of personas makes me quite dizzy *giggles*
I would like to see that movie...I'm sure it would give me terribly frightening visions for months *nods*
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Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 2, 2005 16:50:44 GMT -5
don't be so sure. I fell asleep while watching it. When I woke up my friend was all pissy that I missed that part and she rewound it , so thats really all of I saw of it. hah talking about 'fully expiriencing ed gein' hah shut up me! *wanders away confused but happy*
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Post by kirjavaa on Feb 2, 2005 22:05:32 GMT -5
Oh well, it was worth a shot.
I want my love to call me...CALLL MEEEEE.
Oh my.
We'll be together for three years in exactly one week *bounces* ;D
I am very happy and miss him at the momment...but we both have work to do, work, you can see, I am duly ignoring.
Meh, I would add yet another gruesome story to this string of mad killers and urban legends, but sadly, I don't know very many *myu*
*still bouncy and adding to the randomosity*
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Post by kirjavaa on Feb 2, 2005 22:08:47 GMT -5
and the banana bomb goes KABOOOOOOOOM FWAAAAAAAAAAA
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Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 2, 2005 22:09:50 GMT -5
oh my!
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Post by kirjavaa on Feb 2, 2005 22:11:33 GMT -5
and the holy hand grenade...
HAAAAAAA-LE-LU-JA!
HAAAAAA-LE-LU-JA!
total. sparkly. obliteration.
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Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 2, 2005 22:12:08 GMT -5
pssttt...a murder-ish story for yoou
a girl wakes up. kidnapped? naked, trapped in a tiny room with a canary for company ( only ). Series of black outs , wherein every time she wakes up, she finds feathers have been plucked from the bird and sewn into her skin. Up her arms and in twin lines on either side of her spine. One time she wakes up to find the bird dead, nearly featherless, naked helpless. Its heart has been cut out and sewn to a golden necklace, hanging from her neck. a dark red heart that blossoms on her chest, expanding and contracting , a beat on beat. the love spreads stream by stream in a direct line to her âme. pain , sores , bleeding arms. Coma follows.
the prince returns . he knows his job. awaken the princess [parody on prince and fool] he is good looking charming good hearted brave. good on paper, best guy out there, leading man for a lovely lady. Dark room, sunset. He leans in for duty. Bend over , lips on lips, flesh on flesh to wake you . Tension, height . wait to work your magic. No . try again. Once more. Still? Go further. Further than that. Push your luck. Go on . there is no too far. He goes on. and on. The prince does not wake up the princess by kissing her, but by making love to her .slow, vicious, fucking. be gentle, she sleeps in your arms. In the morning light, all is clear, and still, she does not wake. Frightened by failure, weak by nature, the prince stumbles out. He could not wake his princess.
it is nine months later, when she finally wakes. Pain put her asleep, pain will wake her. The baby is born, a boy. Golden haired like her. Golden Golden everywhere. Golden is the burden you carry on your head. and she is gold. Yellow pale shimmering golden. Body starved like an Auswitchz survivor. Hair neck length, thick bangs. Arm hair leg hair pubic hair, all golden yellow white. Pure yellow feathers sewn onto red rough scars that will never heal. A hardened heart that beats on and on and on her own. She picks up her baby boy and the blanket she lay on and climbs and climbs and climbs until she is at the top of her prison. Wooden doors, stone walls. The top is blue skies for miles. Music in your ears, too brilliant to handle. She ties the ends of the blankets to her wrists, rips off a strip to carry her baby, her precious boy so new, but so precious already. She straps him to her, the blanket to her wrists. Boy strapped on front, blanket on back. She steps up. Feet on cold stone , eyes up, knees bent. fall free __________________________
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Post by kirjavaa on Feb 2, 2005 22:16:28 GMT -5
That was so sad...so disturbing and so beautiful. I think some homemade brownies for you are most DEFINITLEY in order. Did you write that?
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Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 2, 2005 22:18:31 GMT -5
really...you can make brownies...and you would share them with me?! ...i....um... eee! *doesnt know how to handle praise*
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Post by kirjavaa on Feb 2, 2005 22:20:25 GMT -5
It's okay...when your mouth is full of brownies all you have to do is make some vauge noise and I'll assume you're saying something that most definitley shows that you know how to handle praise.
Mmmm....brownies...*shares!*
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Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 2, 2005 22:24:45 GMT -5
ehh * nervous collar pulling* bitch, puh-lease! brownies are the shizzale. *has reverted to gangssta talk to pull her through this one* *takes a brownie * um mm mso you like..stuf...mm..ed gein...n..stuff...
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Post by kirjavaa on Feb 2, 2005 22:33:39 GMT -5
hells yeah.
Um...I mean, WORD yo. fuh...shizzle. *eats a brownie before she starts sounding like an imbicele*
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Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 2, 2005 22:38:40 GMT -5
hah ..uhh im pretty sure that ship has sailed for both of us. *sits down at harbor and watchs ship sail away*
...you better call me frankie from now on
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