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Casket Bath
01:54
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Hopping over gates with a shovel and hot water is more difficult than it may seem. I've showered twice today but the filth inside of me requires a different kind of clean. Casket Bath. What a putrid splash. Extremely high class with a grave mud mask. Open up the coffin and fill it with hot water resulting in a foam of fetid gore. Using random bones as exfoliating tools pressing the grime into my pores. Casket bath. What a putrid splash. Maggots in my ass break out in a rash. Shortly after bathing I've contracted something fatal. It's a nasty exposure disease within two weeks I'll be put into a casket. Hopefully you'll come and bathe with me.
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I see you struggle with the door. Your body can't take too much more.
Before you die and hit the floor. Come see the items I have in store. Prosthetic eyes, Pancreas, Robot thighs, Drug free piss. We sell the cure for your disease. We have replacements for your knees. Once this transaction has begun. There will be no refunds. Filling the shopping cart with body parts. Here's a good place to start a healthy human heart. The deal of the day is a well behaved slave. All items priced to sell.
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So Real, It's Now
02:14
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Break in zits and convulsive fits. I feel like shit. I have to vomit. I try to puke but it stays in. Pus filled boils grow from my skin. Hallucinating geometric shapes. On sleeping pills that will not take. I am so tired I want to die. Pools of blood well from my eyes. Put myself in physicians care. Now I'm laying here in my underwear. Tubes are running out of my face. Why the hell would I come to this place. Medication cause complication. Vaccinations provide my damnation.
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I had a cat named Roy. He choked to death on one of his toys. I've laid him to rest in a shoebox beneath my desk. Neighbors pounding at my door because of the noxious reek. Fluids flowing across the floor. It's been like this for weeks. The time has come and though it fills me with dismay. I'll bury Roy one foot deep so he won't be far away. I miss Roy so much on this stormy night. I stare out the window towards his plot outside. Is that your paw emerging from the mud as if to wave "Hi". I'll bring you in and by the fire you'll lay by my side.
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Trichillo Mania
01:30
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Every day sucks you complain about your job. Living with your shitty family every single day. You've tried all the narcotics. Booze will never do. Put your hands on top of your head and do what I do. Pull your hair out by the fistful. I find the pain quite blissful. Tear it out. Pick at the follicles. Roll it in a ball. Put it in your mouth. A hairy mess at the foot of your desk. Rapid decline of your hairline. Deriving pleasure from the pain of dismantling the mane. Need a wax and not the bill. Come to me and I'll do it for the thrill.
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Prison for the elderly run by evil orderlies. Want a lunch, need a favor, meals exchanged for slave labor. Stuffing mouths with meds strapped onto their beds. Feces and bed sores all behind closed doors. Then there was a mistake. A few residents escaped. That was the fateful day they were discovered. Bodies being dragged out to bake in the heat of the day. Ambulances pile up to take the living ones away. Malnourished dehydrated and drugged out of a their heads. It won't be long before they join their neighbors in death.
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Live Fast, Die Slow
02:39
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Jaundiced eyes covered in flies. Filling the puke bucket until it overflows. Blurred vision. Inhibition dissolves into rage. Organs are failing. All limbs are flailing. Feet swollen with gout. So shitfaced that I pout. Crawling out of a ditch with blood on my face. Reflection in the bile is one of disgrace. Nothing can quell the pain but to crawl in a bottle and do it again.
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It's fucking disgusting. My mutation through gestation. Grow a new organ to feed this monster thats slowly killing me from inside of my womb. My hair and my teeth all fall out. I bloat an abnormal size. Extremely hormonal with prenatal acne. It kicks and it shits and devours me from inside of my womb.
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Carcass Stew
01:21
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Welcome to this private room. The table is set for two. Although you are the guest tonight. You're also in the stew. Relax and enjoy a glass of wine while I slam this cleaver through your spine. Chop you up piece by piece into cubes of human meat. Now I've got you sliced and diced awaiting on the slab. Before I throw you in the pot. I'll top it off with scabs. Ingredients coming to a simmer. Salivate anticipating dinner. Fresh potatoes succulent meat. Homicidal delicacies.
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Bile-ation
01:03
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Wrap my hands around your neck. Then slam my fingers down your throat until you vomit into an ice tray. Then throw it in the freezer. Shove the vomit cube down your windpipe until it melts into your corpse. So fucking gross.
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Hacker
02:08
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My daily routine is no easy feat. I start by smoking and then repeat. Choking on shallow breath I hack away. My throats now bleeding to my dismay. Carcinogen crusted alvioli converting my lungs to a chemical pigsty. Coughing up bright green slime. Esophagus coated with tar and grime. Continue to cough up stuff but I still take a puff. Putting myself through this shit. I think it's time to quit. I take a look into the mirror. It causes me to frown. I can see what teeth are left have all turned brown. Chemical dependency withdrawals have turned me mean. Someone's going to fucking die unless I get some nicotine. If don't smoke soon, I will go fucking nuts. Face first in the ashtray I'm chewing on the butts.
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You Can't Win
01:05
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Don't leave your windows open or we'll devour your pets. Residing in the drains and trash cans. If it's hollow we await inside. Outgrown your felines on now which we dine. Your home is where we feed. Also were we breed. All the traps are a failure. Rat poison get high every day we grow a stronger tolerance to the pesticides. Host a ton of fleas harbouring disease. Eating the feces of the street species.
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Face Forager
01:20
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Slam a greasy sandwich into your flabby jaw. Lurking in the corner drooling with awe. Wipe my hands across your face then lick my fingers clean. Blow your runny nose. Throw it in the basket. The mucus covered tissue cannot wait to grasp it. Rummage through this treasure trove to find golden Q-Tips three weeks old glistening with wax. I often dine off the floor and from the trash. For dessert I've found a bitten cupcake sprinkled with broken glass.
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Carnival Grotesque
01:46
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