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one time I met a child of satan. she arrived with goose-egg track marks from 5 year-old morphine, yet she still managed to eat through my stashes of various chemicals and protective wards.
despite her night-long liturgy of murder parties, industrial music personalities and black majick rituals, all I could think was "man, she has dirty feet".
later that night (after finding gawd), a beam of light told me that my grandmother was about to die. being the kind of guy that NEVER argues with a beam of light, I quit my job and moved back to LA in two weeks.
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