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. . . . . . . . . . "My Great Devastator"
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . by Alek
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�shallow breathing�
these are the screams that echo in the most crowded of halls. they bounce
off all the walls, the ceiling, the floor. spinning, dancing around your
head. running straight through your cranium. a blue shot of pain. mental
shutdown. crumbling, embracing everything and nothing. he wants to run up
to you and smell and taste you. he cant touch you. he sure as hell cant
touch you. his eyes bore holes, though. into the faces of every beautiful
girl. into the chests of every handsome young man. his eyes bore holes
through countless feet of solid steel.
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�I abstain�
relatively nothing can go wrong while you�re asleep. unless you�re a
sleepwalker. then you could urinate in the refrigerator or fall out the
window or something like that. but, otherwise, you�re pretty safe when
you�re asleep. if you fortunate enough, you wont even remember your
nightmares. even though you actually control your nightmares, you never
really think about that while they�re going on. you just sorta go along
with it, like its a movie or something. when that evil clown is chasing you
through your attic, you just don�t say, hey, what the hell is this? I�m not
afraid of clowns. and then you just pop his nose and he dies. you don�t
think of that. you just fucking run around until you wake up, which
generally happens just as the evil clown is about to finally catch you. so,
in conclusion, look both ways before crossing the road.
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�fact leaves its ghost�
he stands in front of the diner with his ski mask on and his gun drawn.
this will be easy. he walks in the door and shoots the first child you sees
right in the face. people start screaming. some jump under the tables.
some are crying. �empty your fucking pockets... NOW!� they all empty their
pockets. he has one of the employees empty the cash register, then he walks
out the front door.
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. anada 132 by Alek (c)2000 anada e'zine .
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