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yeah kind of. I was also in the habit of yelling random shit out in my flat. unfortunately my overlord land-troll doesn't like it that much. my neighbors are kinda cool about it since i live in a bohemian part of the sioux falls underground; hell one of my neighbors plays a sick fucking twisted mint trombone and has remixed my hollerings of phrases from time to time.
so i am trying to channel my vocal outbursts into textortations that should involve gun fights and terrible limb-in-picklejuice- stoked kickassisms.
then i thought about this book in which the main character, Derek; was actually a motherfucker that drew people along his trail by sprinkling the breakfast cereals that were half digested by his victims through a wonderful surrealistic space-scape.. most of them ate frosted flakes and the ones that ate captain crunch died metres further up the trail.
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