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This blackened figure that might resemble a bug of sorts...
Hides in shadows and has practice for his team's baseball, one of man's most favorite of sports.
Antennea wriggle and searches for meals...
T'will be plenty of bloody like looking of spills.
Drip, drip, drip in the city, at night...
Victim's with health that look shitty-what looks, they look like they are scared and a'fright.
'Tis not expected that human victim's are slightly bright...
Heh, heh, heh, i'll get these puny humans-i'll clean the bones spotless
and blindingly bight and shinning.
Where's that fork and my other giant steak knife? ...
I'll gobble up more husbands and maybe even a wife(or two) .
My space diet has been long over due...
Slurp, slurp, slurp, and a happy gulp.
I'll lick my lips and wring your fleshy bloody bodies into fine reddy pulp...
Yeeeeeeek! , said the topless go go girl.
Right after i bit off her left arm she began to gag violently and loudly
she did ever so violently hurl...
I approached her with the lone thought of those cute lumps from her chest upon my gums, kindly protruding from between my teeth.
The tortal end of the earth's population is what to God, in the end that i'll bequeeth...
Blood bath clensing the world of all that is evil.
I'm like a termite or hungry oversized Boweavel...
Munch, munch, munch and a slurping sound of a crunch.
Look out tummy cause here is my yummy soft lunch...
The moral of this story is don't bug anybody in the shadows-unless you can see what is about to eat you for lunch.
Michael Gale
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Marilyn Lott (11/11/2008 3:32:00 PM)
Oh dear, a vicious, delicious ride for us. YIKES, Michael, we must keep our eyes open when we're out there!
Best Wishes,
Marilyn |
Francesca Johnson (8/11/2006 10:04:00 AM)
That's it, no more topless go go dancing for me! Michael, I thought this one was deliciously gruesome, just my cup of blood...er...I mean tea. More, please...
Love, Fran xx |
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