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10-04-2010, 01:09 PM
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Is a good thing SeatleAllMeteorite kept his big mouth shut in the other thread or I would have chopped his head off right there.
I killed 5 people at Marc's. I don't take anything from anybody. There was a kiddie in a cart there....had to be like 10-12 months old.Still had that spaced out look in his eye;like he has no idea what's going on. That's how you tell the difference between a 1 year old and a two year old.They look glassy eyed and have awful bone structure;their faces look like mushed up putty. Anyways...he was staring at me. So I says..I says, "What the fucl< are you lookin' at?" He got scared and started crying like a little sissy. I told you I don't take anything from anyone. I went to MickeyD's for coffee to go because I'm sick of the mess I make here..at "home." I always manage to spill the little specs of coffee onto the floor in trying to get them into that stupid filter.One time, the spill spelled the words..."Look at the fridge." I knew they were wrong because I have no magnetic letters on the fridge, but I looked anyway. The fridge had grown arms and they were in such a position as if to say.."Well don't look at me." Know what I did? I squirted lighter fluid on the coffee specs trying to spell a new message on the floor... and then set them afire.Then I chopped the arms off the fridge. This is why I went to MickeyD's. When the register person told me it would be $1,I told her she was the scum of the earth and reeked of food handling...then I turned to the older than dirt woman behind me and said.."Hey. Give me a fucl<in' dollar." She knew I meant business and gave me the dollar. I didn't bother thanking her. 
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10-04-2010, 01:26 PM
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One other thing.
Abiout 20 minutes ago,shortly after my Marc's killing spree...2 girl scouts came to the door hawking their over priced cookies. I was nice. They showed me their catalogue and I picked out 25 boxes of this and that.You would think they'd be happy. But no. They wanted their money...now. I don't like that sort of pushy technique. So I told them to wait a minute. I returned with an AK-47 military assault rifle and emptied the full magazine into both of them. Their "I'm a big deal" Scout leader( a full grown adult egg hatcher) was in the driveway,waiting for them in her car.She tried to get away. Fleeing a crime scene is against the law. I had my shoulder mounted rocket launcher leaning against the door...just in case one of those girl scouts gave me more trouble than I expected. I took aim , the witch was squealing tires as she pounded the car into drive once backed onto the highway. I fired and scored a direct hit. All the pieces have yet to come down. I am now at peace with my surroundings.
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10-04-2010, 02:15 PM
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Well I was at peace with my surroundings.
The ants ....I've angered them by shooting so many of their brethren. I heard this loud,low frequncy rumbling coming from the back yard.Went to the window and saw someone had taken a 50 caliber cannon off an Army gun ship and mounted it on skids. Not our Skids...the kind one would mount a 50 caliber cannon onto after taking it off an Army gun ship. There was a harness on the skid and the harness led to a massive horizontal pyramid of black ..crawling through the grass. They were ants. Those little fucl<ers are really,really strong. I rushed and fetched a grenade,my .44 Magnum handgun and my specially made NAPALM flame thrower. I knelt under and to the side of the window. ....broke out the glasss with the butt of my .44 and yelled..''Hey.You fucl<in' ants ain't gettin' me.Stop before I shoot." They didn't. I fired two rounds at their feet and excalimed..''I ain't gonna miss the next time." They still didn't. I wasn't in the mood for games.....so I yanked out the grenade pin with my teeth...counted to 2 and a half and then flung the grenade right at the pyramid's center. The explosive charge blew away half the pyramid. They stopped. But they were very close.Black things started running up the skids to get to the 50 caliber gun.They were very fast. They could blow this house away and me with it if I allowed them to open fire. Play time was over. I screamed..''FLAME ON!!''....and let go with a long steady stream of NAPALM. A little too long. There wasn't anything that was not on fire. The gun,the skids, the ants, the grass, the trees, the house about 300 feet to my rear, several birds, many squirrels. Too bad...way it goes. The entire area reeked of gasoline. It would take a lot of Mountain Fresh Scented LySol to cover up this stench. But that's what happens when ants think they can take over . That's why I shot them in the first place.
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10-04-2010, 02:26 PM
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Hey stupid, did you ever think that the ants were after the 25 boxes of cookies that you took off the Girl Scouts?
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Felix Unger talking to Oscar Madison: "Your horse could finish third by 20 lengths and they still pay you? And you have been losing money for all these years?!"
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10-04-2010, 02:37 PM
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Quote:
Boy you really are a dim one............................
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Felix Unger talking to Oscar Madison: "Your horse could finish third by 20 lengths and they still pay you? And you have been losing money for all these years?!"
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10-04-2010, 02:45 PM
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 I hope so Creepy fucl< looks like nothing but trouble Nip it in the bud, I say - Ya gotta NIP IT IN THE BUD! Glad to see a little bud-nippin' goin' on. Well done, Clyde
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10-04-2010, 04:02 PM
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I need to stop killing people ...and to strop thinking.
This always helps a lot. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqI81Xa2mFk 
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10-04-2010, 04:24 PM
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dustmop
picture shown in Les Miles game plan for last second end of game substitutions with less than 15 seconds on the clock...Miles order to the team after reviewing game plan note....''Ah dunno." Duvalier What Duval fans in the stands say.....oh forget it, sick of that one dylbert the ErnieBert.....got federal grant to start up vaccum leak repair business for time warps in outter space ...this concludes the D's...
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10-04-2010, 10:13 PM
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gooey's song
there are always the trees and sky to listen to bidries sing if nothing else let the breeze on high carry along their ring what sells what is the wanted christening most it's sound of the hunted listening the rounds conducted in evening make a toast to the graceful prey,as they hear the song today they listen well on a fateful day,they help qwell fear in an immdeiate way listening with the ear a wishin' well of help in opining back,to say talk to me in the black,i am the tree..if nothing else i hear your song in tact,i am me... i always listen,if nothing else -Alan Speegish- from FLAKES OF SNOW ..more to follow on each ..each day...to which you each a help display... ( This fucl<in' guy is good )
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10-05-2010, 12:24 AM
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I realize I am the only one here with no life.As if that were not enough--I am haunted.Haunted by reoccurring signs only a fool would ignore.They can be painful.They are so random,yet so direct...so much making me find them by the mistakes I make.
They are not set in such a way that I can follow a plan.Maybe ..maybe only one way could I take them,that way.But I won't do,that way.Don't believe that's what they mean anyway.I really think whatever/whoever is the master of all this;the end is nowhere near being apparently---near.Nor obvious.Although, I thought it was.I thought it was apparent,obvious ...and the end near.And just as empty as it wound up being; it was far more saddening.Yet...by what seems such a cruel event,another sign becomes so obvious, so apparent.As well as baffling as ever,but they are too clear ..as ever. I don't know why some of them are so terrible.Feel guilty because of this,but I am not the one doing it. I have ..no one to talk to,really.I want... no one to talk to, really.I have a listener.That is best for me now. I do know I am insane.So rest easy.I would not kill anyone here.Rest easier. But there is a utility pole and a traffic sign that I really hate ...not far from here. By suns rise, they will be oddly missing from this life because I am going to kill them both tonight.
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