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Johannes Strasse

Contributed by 01_zanzebar on Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 04:58:01 PM in AEST
Topic: fictional

A tittle less expressions more packe with

less words than an iminomical retourgé but the sinue shed of ganrenous muscule aslew the victims rambid arm, slithering down in a pool of flatulantic juices. decompostion is a fascinating thing.

STOP.

Harbringers of doom rode through here, twisting the throttle of the power drive, the ride, driven became more beacme more, no more kill no more kill no more kill, love, passion, but they knew, the very ascondancy of the fettlied corrominunial wrenacially, repondered within the darkest inhosterian of the riders decrepid corum.
here was the murderee and murder-er. blood stained knife
-whispers- blood blood
"remeber bill" distant voices spoke "your dead!"

WHAT, THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE But was it supposed to?

a story
I tell
about
a
g-i-r-l MURDERED by bikers, and left to rot

but. is it more artistic than that?

probibly, thats why this made no sensE.
But the police found the body
And the people behind it where sentenced
Where is the story in that?

IN your MIND sir!

Ah.
but what of.......

the girl, she was raped, and left for dead.
a story?

no, just an endless provicational intertudanal deception of the nerval recptoral world.

so whom am I speaking to now?

Its clever, did you know
Me?

Yes, one of you

Who me?
Yes, we have made a story

OF the BONES of THAT dead GIRL
and she died?

painfully in fear, and sadness
the worst possible waY.

so then we must look toward the clueS.

Wait there

were missing somthing

The stories middlE?

Ah
so

The police attended to scene, the burnt house, put it self out of the inferno that was designed to eradicate the evidence, withered away and did nothing, her body, left in a darkened room at the back of the wooden building, slew into a bathroom, curled in on itself, covered in maggots and a thin oily film which looked as if the glaze from petrol, and blood up the walls, the blood IN A HAND PRINT showing the struggle? yes. Ah.The officer burst through the door.

.ENd

MATHS
MATHS
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MATHS
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MATHS
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MATHS
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MATHS
MATHS
MATHS
MATHS

Copyright Â© 01_zanzebar ... [ 2004-05-15 16:58:01]
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