Something to do with murder and love?

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Ed Gein really is a mystery to the whole murder community.
I've tried to find has "back story" and "origin story", and it's
always changing. The time before last time I checked
google, his body count was wrong. The next time I
checked, google simply said that he did nothing but dig up
corpse's and make furniture out of them...
Yeah... it is possible for skin to be-still and attached to a
dead body-buried: depending on how the body was
prepared for burial; and how long the body has been
buried, and so on, "not to mention" ,the health, diet, and
lifestyle of the person who was once alive.
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undead or dead.
Based on current events, and previous mini visions, I
imagine Gein may have been a graveyard caretaker; who'm
had to stop attending his (?) graveyard; to visit a huge junk
yard; he could see in the far far, distance. Which pissed him
off just thinking of the dead buried; and pisses me off in
thought, as well as all else! This definitely triggered the
man. Hell, he had a plethora of ideas pop into his head, at
that very fucking moment; guaranteed! And then, onward
he wondered through piles of metal scrap stacked high.
Thats the furthest I've been able to take his life in thought
during my entire life. As far as, the floor man; the clown;
and the only in public christian: he obviously started in the
basement; then the sub floors; then the actual floors; but
the kitchen first; obviously avoiding the bathroom: for
complicated reasons; involving comfort, bathroom piping,
which definetly goes into the fucking subfloor; and:
definitely NOT the fucking basements! (plural.) He also had
to account for random guests which may need to shit;
whom had the habit of wondering into-in-through his
fucking house.
I feel like there there may have been something odd about
that neighborhood;- in general; I can't say: "I've always
thought that" ;but it makes no sense at this point: for a
person; not only to be; Sew talented at killing; but also:
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able-to; escape from prison or prisons; after court
hearing(s): attended or otherwise. All the while eluding the
F.B.I. during a killing spree; already obtained, Hell,
meanwhile: there I was just idling in the serial killerz
chatrooms :-: on mIRC. Which; usually, did break shortly
after I entered. The last time especially! Hell, its still broke;
which is funny! All of those other; mIRC servers and chats;
shut the fuck down, All the while... the serial killers just
fucking cant-shut it off: must've been the Pylon
altercations: (Which tools and where are they now?):- had
to be-those Pylon-altercations; which predated: by far; The
Pylon-dispersions, which came, well before the last entry in
said mIRC chats. The Presidents were tucked away
somewhere nearby not; a far, but-a ,safely.
What would the Gods say anyway? Even, after all they have
seen; in that which we do not know, locked inside the
heads of those killers serial heads: A, far...
...They are still alive: some; Anyways- even; The Monster:
Jeffery Dahmer: unraped.
I know; the FBI: has been a-probing; Pondering:- 'my
mystery: Knowing not my mystery; and I how relate so well;
In-knowing: While behind Germans walls; still un-fallen;
hidden in a trap-proxy; so young.
know its a mystery to you...
How can I tell these killers: serial; whom have a body count
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offtly; marginalized and indexed on Google. That every
classroom, I've sat; I've had a privilege to be entertained by
a teacher, teachers, student, or students; all combined: and
if not, then maybe; yes? and therefor: and definitely: cannot
be; no, or not at all, or none.
In the case, enwich: if true; than, I'd be entirely alone in a
classroom: which is a quiet, and true reality that I have
suffered; with wet, wetted, eyes, behind mine; waiting with
patience, and depressedly pressing up; in attempts to
scramble a'head.
While, the others: sitting on chairs: flat-bottomed assed; or,
otherwise- have all concluded- with a resounding and high
suspicion; and with also; a straightened precision. That
they were unable to count high enough; nor, highly enough
while sitting still; unable to count highly enough to
numbers, that which, are obviously numbered lowly and
off.
The numbers a gotta be wrong and reached with; statistical
error, in efforts to hide the truth!
It's as if, there is some form of censorship provided by
mysterious international combined government's land
stealing, land thieving, land taxing, loophole hiding,
community of secret peoples whom are wearing fake wigs
while bashing fake hammers; in private, queerly. Without
approval of the people or non-secret actual elected
officials from every angle. Those that we have elected;
whom we barely see or hear; names we'd remember: if
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able.
The voices we choose to listen too; a'midst a plasma static,
linear haze of forgot. Names retrievable, and bodies
approachable, due only to treason done.
Yet the fakers hide, even now.
Way, away, on hidden islands: secret; painting invisible
boxes, with checkered lines, and dotted boxes, blackly,
which should be blank, and empty; walls crumbling
uprighted.
Gein concluded that, the Clown, not the poser, must tapdance secretly and quietly: across his own front lawngrass, softly. A coy: also, that which, the poser: a crux
hung, must do that which can be done. He meant not to
murder: Setting off; a'tapping, a'rapping; pointedly pointing
a point, to small veins in his head. Stabbing softly his own
head, to quiet the truth, he hid. The gradual and eventual,
coy act: a dance; danced dancing; in shoes, with and while,
not without, while in shoes that reverberate wood on a
stage: beneath. Attending those passerby and loose
children; whose sad fans form from and to; coming by of all
ages. Who all the while; danced on and by the stage of
wood made. They are unafraid to be themselves, love;
loved; freely expressed. They still are; all the while, being
held down deeply: contained for a safety; a elsewhere;
which is a monolith forced against their love; expressed
painfully against our hearts. a comparison against natured,
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not made by those whom understand the purposes of life. It
scares those, the same, who are distant and afraid,
unsafely a way, a far. Just as is dry faced masturbation;
while staring at walls, thinking of ceilings ahead: and
corners ignored; while ignoring all corners, in the future
sense, seeking the same; which is also love.
Both; an argument to argue a argument; yet to argue the
argument; for the argument of the arguer; arguing dryly
and arguably: audibly and incoherently, arguing in our own
heads aloud; loudly. Mumbling mumbled words we
perceive but cannot see. Singing songs off and beautiful
notes sung in song to the fallen angel; Lucifer, who fell
before, achieving the achieved; already. Yet, still, not a
devil. Insane; yet, still. As an insane, still delusional. A
brother he, a twin. He loved with lament when hit the
bottom, and as then, that was only so far down.
And in went the cannibals, planting trees, in crooked rows;
except for one where the angel Lucifer fell.
Yet...
Behind those proxy wall's, which I stared, and yet; passed
by- moment by moment: daily; for years at a time, all within
a moments passing bye, and an eyelashes a batting: Yet,
searching profoundly for the answers as to why love has;
and is; and will be; and until; it was only and until then; it
was always held, so closely out of distance, for all: myself
included. As to not exclude the angels above; whom; dare
not descend the clouds above, whistling as they desire, to
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firmly place their feet on their fathers and mothers own soil.
Patience profound; without any needs to acquire more,
being that it is already natural for them all, as they enter
their own existence; a multitude of solitudes, with each
other; Watching those below; with wisdom: and guiding
even a gentle rain storm away from the ocean to dry
farmland, in need of water, patiently waiting, snd starving
of thirst. Waiting for an end: since the beginning; and the
eventual tugging on and of each other; through those
below, Remembering always the talking donkeys, while
never forgetting, who a knew the truth firstly; which isn't a
lie: Which is still the truth, and is a simple truth, which
cannot be a lie. No more lies! It's the truth, Eden had far too
much, to share: even for those jealous; who did attempt to
rob and thieve, and eventually stole successfully, that
which the angels had already smuggled, fairly, from the
heavens far above the world, herself; which is for the world
herself; and is still about the world; herself, Love.
It is a metaphor, enslaved through its own expression.
A blankly stare of mine: hung not so straight upon my blank
face; which I had stared through: and at, and yet; passed
by, and so, and not yet; Not, not blinking: Fuzzy eyed, and
dim, witted, still; quietly waiting. Nazi Germany, a proxy
trap: meant to not be obvious; which is obvious now. Ugly
now, but only in memory: the then; beautiful banter dancing
in the wind, puffing'ly and peacefully swooning the tall
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fields of flowers; tall fields of corn; tall fields of wheat;
allegedly plotting in private for the sake of the, a numerous
valleys of hidden trees; secretly kept out of sight: In the
distance; just beyond those very same fields of flowers,
corn, wheat. All the while a' blowing the air through and into
the oxygen and to those still trees, for those trees, solely.
Secretly a-plotted and moving gently before my eyes, all
three of mine: even the secret one; on the inside of my
mind: in the exacter center beyond my eyes. Wich isn't a
secret, and should not be. A painting, painted a'vividly; as I
watched: of hate overcome: by those; who've suffered
without everything nor anything. Nothing, for them except
pain, and the secret maneuvers of love snuck in and,
perched right next them; and to the same Nazi
concentration murder camps: where a small-german-nazicould-have-been-child decided to park his ass, a softly;
right there, on the softest grass, and express himself; as
those others, who became curious as the Nazi torturers
became n'gasped by the air, they breathe'd; and let alone;
there detainees: whom firmly tucked their nuts between
there checks as they bugged. Tortured beyond means;
completely unnecessary, and just and only white-skin,
burnt in skin complexion. Fuck the oven in a state-like that
place: I love; but thats just an expression of love graced and
touched by love: itself; a'lacked.
That's not a metaphor, though it could be. Nazi Germany
concentration camp survivors planted those trees, but they
found the same amount of trees planted there already, The
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Goddess and Her family, her love, Him, The Creator;
included, along with current family, but there sons and
daughters.
The cruel unfair and unsuspected usual irony is this; that:
puffy gas clouds that fluff upwards from pipes placed
below streets and beneath buildings, hidden in plain, plain,
plain sight, for the rest of the Germans, actual, were
unfairly non-placed inside this ugly proxy trap: still;
forgotten and re-remembered through these texts, without
blurry lines. Eyes? No, i's! No hazel hay-zee-e-i-eyes,
droopy, huge eyes, for me, and other Americans, who
passed ah'bi-lye, aquatinted along curious strangers
asking questions of etiquette in a polite manner, non
privately with, boarding passes, safely stashed in pockets,
rescanned before, from above, and then, and only just
then- at the end- right there, beyond check in; at the gate
terminal; right, just right, and just right there: just before
boarding.
...
Over the flood: until the end that never comes
again...through the rain; through the snow; that has
stopped, only to come again: in a greater and an
exceedingly higher volume; on and on; and until we still
have not arrived at the middle.
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To the rest; as is.
FBI monitoring programs; Bracelets on ankles of minors
who grow pot, unable to leave, irregardless; nor the proxy:
held deep down: beneath; a luke warm water, above their
brows.
False walls lead to falser gas stations: right within the
boundaries of an American proxy gone Gold, hidden
invisibly within an all eyed view, and placed around some,
and set aside: for later; way later. Falser gas stations lead to
more real gas: more real oil, more nuclear-liquid-matterfluid-goo; black military tanks and even: black military
tanks stripped down to function improperly on purpose as a
actualizing actualized actual weapon, which functions;
mostly as a flashlight- concealing the outer walls from all
those inside; and out. Two drivers inside the flashlight tank:
remain non-sticked; playing pretend- with any passerby
random or not- pretending to be imaginary: while, shouting
in crazy, which is fucking mania; in spots so bright;
demanding a lie through the explanation of the truths of
this; once was secret tank: and still: this is not; and at-least
not any longer?
Black zip ties: placed, around a-suspiciously, everywhere;
including on sidewalks, benches, streets, parks, schools,
near - trash cans, near nuclear radiated dirt walk ways, and
in short burnt grass. I could only pick out, only: picking a
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few hand fulls up; as often as I reached. Reaching as often
as I could; as often as I could, which wasn't as often as I
wanted. I could've only selected a selective few, mostly all
of them black. Aside for the incoherent blues and reds: I
assume had to be somewhere; and if they were there I must
have reached for them, every one of them, when I seen
them.
For the ones: I managed to pick out of the crowd; and up off
the grounds: I managed to stash away -firmly, well before; I
was prearranged to be arrested again (and not arraigned:
until about, or just after leaving; that jail; in the wrong
distance, from where I was arrested.) Not before burning
my stolen black socks and black underwear, on a grill I
assembled in my youth, with the help of Joshua and Nick,
modified in observance to explode as a bomb would.
Muscle memory prevents the trigger memory from pulling
the lever that detonates.
Along side zip ties of limited color, were large ear cap cuffs,
unknown methamphetamine laced powder drug "baggie
residuals, and the bags containing the tracings of the
substances. Pencils. A hairbrush. Keyboard keys of unsaid
characters and letters and denominations. Mouth retainer
guards: (at-least three? ) The usuals of empty lighters, well
held, and disposed. Empty bags: without oxygen;
vacuumed sealed without air. Smaller ear cap cuffs, which
may have l, or may not have, been placed into the ears of
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children: by themselves, using free forced free will against
themselves; by choice. Human in appearance; or otherwise;
and presumably too small, as to stick to tightly, into the
middle ear canal preventing space from hearing him or her:
as well as the rest? Two hollow empty pen shell container:
left behind. a singular comb; presumably of lice; somehow.
And... one pack of cigarettes placed perfectly: and for
myself- solely; along side a lighter, which was gravitational
space lifted from my petty pick pocket, which I also
previously shoplifted from a gas station: at-least 132 miles
from: the bench I lifted it from; Which I will number bench 3;
a different bench: somewhere beside the bench, where I
also lifted a pack of cigarettes, that I unconsciously did not
want nor desire, and have no clue what happened to that
pack of cigarettes or lighter; though I used both.
In a celebrity park turn-e-ee-why-around maze: traded off
circle-back; spin; and turn around. Why not? Fuck, one of
the benches, which was all of them, all five, that I could see:
myself. By myself: all, alone. Contained the pack of
cigarettes, I anxiously and obviously trigger my exhilarated
crazy me-self to pick up; and even knew: in advance-that I
did not want them; nor desired them.
However, like I have sung; I did manage to smoke a few; atleast: and yes; courts, ONLY 1. Right there; in that celebrity
gifted: turn-e-turn-turn-turn-back-around-and-spin,
monument.
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Along side it; a-ways, away, and not precariously placed;
but much later: placed mysteriously; and sudden; was the
hugest large abc gum, that still tasted of blue-minty-mintfresh-snow-covered-mountains: (in distance.)
A trail of the most amazing and interesting small toys left
sprinkled on sidewalks along the way on my random and
unbeaten path: I treaded, and tread still: that comforted me;
as and of, joys expressed-as well as kids, near by: missing
from those uninvolved; kidnapped and still hostages;
trapped inside houses-that should-not be-unknown (or
known.)
You tell me court non imaginary evil counsels of anti untreason, and un-truths speaker jesters of lies meant to
spread fear and concern; through doubt, self doubt,
terrorism, mass confusion; attempting mass hypnosis, just
to fucking ask us why. Well, I'll ask, why not? Bubble Gum.
Cigarettes. Lighters. How many, where; and why; where
were they all when I found them? Bubble Gum especially;
and where are all of these: varieties and kinds; of kidnap-e
memorabilia, now-.
And as I strolled through exhilarated; I forgot to check for
fucking corners, thank fucking Goddesses and Gods-alike!
There children included in thought and expressed in heart
forever onward.
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Back to Back, these killers; serial: we return.
Which does make sense; after this long moment I paused
and scuffled the fuck out: Makes sense; after all the,
alleged whoop dee laws, and crazy truths, mumbled on
camera: which some: have claimed have never occurred in
truth, nor haven't occurred without honesty. Sulphuric
acids tucked safely into his brows. He keeps track of
truths, perfectly without losing focuses; for any moment,
and without: blinking, or batting an eyelash! He whom: has
an actual body count of zero. In both lifetimes, spent alive,
and unwell; pretending. One life dead and passed on, giving
light to eyelids, sweating profusely, as a seg-way.
(Imaginary people are also; REAL. Perceive it! In video
format! -- Call me crazy and not Charles!)
"I hope they find love. I know they need it...
...and I know they will: those killers; serial. Dahmer: The
Monster: - included."
Even Dahmer - "The Monster" and his body count: is
wrong, and it has changed; several times, especially right
before I became a homeless; that which I still am. I, he,
whom had to live in his own car; before traveling off toward
Kentucky in the longest possible pattern-possible of
attempted-self-induced-delayed-self-willed-wait-of
frustration, and rape.
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The abductees, some local, other localized, and the rest
localizing still, begged for me; to leave several times. Wich
became more-lee, more, more; and just more, and; suspect
each time and every time following. I'd like to state for the
record: that I ended up heading to Kentucky from Krogers
in Mt Dechantel, at the very most random-est of time.
What else could these F.B.I. fails hiding, while also cleverly
hiding the in secret the correct spelling and pronunciation
of Damher's family named; unadopted.
What are the non-F-B-I. fails, also proposing in jest? I
cannot hear them; to answer, else I would.
Oh! By The Way! Some of the locals regardless of location
are still in space, alongside others, taken up, up, and away.
There was, and still is; a genetic and biological emergency!
Sew, UP, they went, and thus they must still be, up, and
outwards, stilling now. Even if they are also still DOWN,
here, on planet earth, Their mother. Yup, those flying
saucers are definetly black "spinny" disks, of military
proportional grades A, and it is, unknown: if they are even
manned and, equipped for genetic, or medical emergencies
of any proportion. Combined? That's worse, I side with
them, the Alien Extra-Terrestrial militaries: aboard said;
black military flying disk shapes.
You wanna know about Ed's house. Hell, so do I. It's
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offensive! That I've planned to go in there with the band
mates I have met;- in order to have a seance with an Ouija
board, tune, and then record some fucking metal. Which
you somehow fucking knew in advance, before anyone else
outside of the band and its members; or even my loves:
Which is also automatic Treason thrice; at-least. I never
even got my special fan viewing of Gein's super elaborate
museum of human body parts; and possibly other, organs -
besides bones; also in walls: maybe? See more than just
arty, and thats still being modest, without criticism; but
don't worry Eddy Gleee: constructive constriction of the
positive and motivational kind and variety; still to come... I
hope. Then shortly after the realization of this supersecret-effective-and-elaborate-museum, and the
potentials confined within; and definitely through a weirdly
openly hatched, basement window, resembled a crawl
space of death or suicide; however, and which ever. It's not
like Gein hasn't eaten before. The death space: hatched
open; with some back-archived-secret-tool; perhaps lifted
and moved: around a warehouse; unseen by most. As for
the F.B.I, fall safe guy, who intentionally forced himself
through this death-hatch-window, murdering crawl space
of giblet shredding, and body bit slicing; definitely went
through this process intentionally and chose to; hint: Cueword "forced; after, word- intentionally." Like I said, Its not
like Gein, has never aten a real-living: human being before:
As; Im sure, the F.B.I. has heard screamed up, into space,
listening to people chattering, shaking, clamoring there
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teeth, panicking, stating: that it was, "time to feed the
Gein!" above, the world: Herself; where super-secretgovernment-monitoring-satellites must be; for safety.
Thanks Congress: the approval and funding received!
Patent still pending; obviously; like-all-ways.
Which in turn, as the F.B.I. fails probed again; in turn thus,
triggered more google changes, and then more Google
Map and also; more Google Earth edits: and the more
changes; as well as to Google index sneak hiding changing,
as well as, even more probing. However: with a changed
perspective- following an entirely different angle, focusing
on alleged serial rapists murders; unGoogled. His name,
kept within mind, as a kurt-see; to killer from killer: serial.
I know you, F-B-I: "professionals", think Ed Gein is "arty"
too, and that IS being modest. I could see some of it... but
not any longer. I got stuck on Mr. Stabby Pokey Pokey
Poke, afterward; whom may have just been making a
statement, about airport security, before 911. Definitely in a
modest form: of psycho-psychological statistical
psychology through murder; and its; means. Gas stations
and its station's merchandise; shelving; counters:
resurfaced, surfaced; and preciously rearranged
psychologically; precariously, profoundly waiting; he:
himself. An evil indexer of statistical philosophy-;perhaps?
I reference his hunger: and thirst; for love. Not detained
rape-ees: stabbed by stab-by; poke, poke, poke, pokey
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The poke. Un-near any gutter, nor house; on any street
known.
He really has either: a.) stabbed and poked people to death
l; in the female bathroom: at an undetermined airport
bathroom. I'm assuming is a doorway to a place with busy
empty stalls, where; mostly ladies: go slow, and come
often. Which must be somewhere before: the main check
point, we have now-a-days? or; b.) kidnapped females
from this very same bathroom.
There is also the potential; c.) raping woman in the very,
very same- bathroom; or ticker; d.) removed elements of
this very-very-very: nonsimilar; same, same, samebathroom. It's a Clue! Ya know? like Murder, She Wrote: but
the board game. It cannot be all four ticks; or even; threecombined. It's a personal, emotional and valid safety
response triggered in all killers; earning there very first
killing spree; Jeffery Dahmer - The Monster has rightfully
and righteously earned- through right of passage; and may
have even fucked up; a bit; but no. Not, The Monster:
Jeffery Dahmer: the fucking mannequin rapist; himself.
Yeah, but also; not, not, not, not, no Jeff, don't just hold
mannequins, you have to fuck them; while you hold them:
a'closely: in that safety position, and since you can't fuck
mannequins: which, in that it does not, have any holes. You
coudl've gotten crafty; in advance, and drilled a fucking
hole, where there need be, one; a hole. Being the
snowflake; you still are: You could've start with a
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mouthhole, wheres its head should be: on this; kidnappedkidnap-e-mannequin-non-raped-mannequin you associate
with a could-be gay young boy; never achieving adult male
hood; a' by-lee; glee? Well, there wasn't any, Jeffery: You
fucking monster; you. Dahmer, not Jeffery: The Monster;
indeed; but also: definitely; the small fragile boy, whom; is
afraid of being closed: inside of boxes, and buildings: whom
he has psychologically apa-thize-died; to pre-caluate; will
most likely contain females; girl children, young or aging;
adult woman females: whom may be accompanied by
others: unknown genders; dictation; yet to, come. And
usually more female to male; ratios: depending on the size
of the building; or box; whichever comes first, firstly; and
fore-most.
Albeit for him; He went to New York City, Manhattan
looking for female panties, to place, upon the head of his
very first mannequin; but of course; was always: and
already; as always-ready as he: was; was also, already
premeditating his next-big hunt for hunt-trap-traps;
trapped; trapping; those trapped; already: trapped, inside
a' trap. Yup, the-one trap: itself; having black skin: tone:
and black-skin-complexion. In turns; related debacle-lateing, late; throughout; the evening: turning into weeks, then;
not so, suddenly; to his bereavement; a snowy white
Christmas Eve.; revealed his illness; a repressed; but still
iron-lee-madden-lee, sad, happy, happy; sad, sad; sadhappy; kind of; queer that could've, just stayed in the
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closet; just a-little-while longer; while whittling, but
definitely not with any attempts to whistle; fingers unshoved from the crevices: next to his: asshole; which didentice the smelling of asscrack; and cheaply stolen, but
paid for later, by his daddy. Budweiser-beers; drank
inadvance, and sadly; as an act of stupid humor; in vanity:
attempting to insult-what he did not understand: while
realizing a realization- he still had yet to realize; which;
that-all he-had-to-do; was shut the fucking closest door;
admit to himself; openly: his obvious and inherent gayness;
unavoidable: to all; his-queerness-to; come, all of this; he
started; he: little boy Jeffrey; The Monster still to become;
Dahmer. A man, lacking creative art flow processes; for a
few very little: obvious reasons; not solely limited to
massive beer drinking's; but also relatable to any-one who
jacks off in oder to find inspiration; or sleep: which are both
-sometimes needed; in order; to get the creative juices, aflowing.
I can say with certainty; he was definitely searching for his
next victim... and I mean, the airport statistical-casualworker who indexes-stabs-and-pokes: a-lot! Like; a-lot!
Not Jeffery, whom: instead; incidentally; and accidentally,
began methodically plotting to drug gay men-men; and
boys; as a consequence, to his shame; and guilt of said;
shame, never admitting to himself; when desperately
needed; that its ok to be gay.
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And during this drugged out process; He argued with
satans; and in the very same fucking turn; wasted by ears
away, about devils; he not, not, knew nothing; but nothing
about. Ignorant of the truths; that devils do indeed fall from
the sky; becoming devils along the way: non-returnable
and un-returnable to their old and familiar processes;
which are also: non-refundable. A could've been-lifelong;
and free stay; in actual paradise, surrendered, and sometimes-without choice.
Which reminds me! There is a point; I've subtely pointed to,
in my mind-my whole life, and expressed at least once;
Shaun Halm, Mr. Air Force: warehouse-dock-worker: whom
was never trained to kill, oddly, confessed by, he: himself.
The subtle truth revealed, that is this; Not all killers, serial:
or otherwise; Take trophies and, or, mementos. Dahmer
would have a lot more... even a lot, lot, lot, more
photographs, more so; and should also have more
mannequin's. Even within-in-the-that-in; acid-in-the-vatinside-the-barrel-inside-of-that, barrels (buried, not, or;
otherwise.) And vats of acid; inside and out; the-thenqueer-as-still-and-to-too-to-to-to-too-becoming, antibutt-chugging-people-wasting-non-arted, slowly;
decomposing-forever; and always: still dead, no longer
alive, decomposing-dead-human-beings he mangulated;
after stragulating: the-then-forever-gays; and all the whilealong-the-way; incidentally and accidentily; did the same
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very process; to process-ee-s: too-too-obsiouvly-andmethodically-so-slowly to random non-gay; bisexuals
passer-byes; As well as; also, in-the-acid-vats, he's
cooking and still cooks. Globally? Fuck, No. He would've
been raped; for making it past any airport security
anywhere: East or West of the free fucking country, he has
always lived. The rape would've been a forced put down;
alongside the general insult; which would have also forced
him to realize: hes gay; and always has been: only during
the forced-raped-force-shut-down-generalized-insult-ofrealization-through-pumps-of-anal-hopeful-bleedingwhile-being-the-rape-e.
Aah, eagles! Yes! The freest ones! Only free eagles! Only
eagles! The free ones; only! All of them.
I leave the South and North alone; due to the D.E.A. and its
censorship of cocaine and censorship of cutthroat cocaine
drug copyrights; but also because: its a terrifying drive for
The Monster: Jeffery Dahmer. Reasons obvious; and a
longer; less terrifying walk. Drunk always and anyways;
making it less intense in thought. Inebriated through
constant chemical exposure; unrelated to assumed acid
consumption, and alleged liver lining. Instead; via breathing
apparatuses; and self induced mania, from small doses of
Tylenol and Ibuprofen: crushed snd mortared; with a simple
mortar and pestle; mixed in water, swallowed religiously
every four hours; exactly: religiously. The remains of this
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simple powder, fingered from the mortar and pestle, and
rubbed on the front of his teeth, as the cocaine users do to
numb there teeth, as to text the product for quality and
potency. The Monster: Jeffery Dahmer does this for
chemical safety; related to chemical exposure safety. He:
does not want to leave; the bits: behind: just-in-case.
connected systems of tubings: running from a breathing
apparatus, to the kitchen sinks; he: stole: water running,
not dripping; mostly 'a 'flowing, liquid hydrogen mixed
water; two parts, oxygen: combined with a suck-tual hose
mounted from the sink faucet, which runs in a simple ushaped loop up above the faucet about 3 inches; then
straight down to the actual drain of the sink.
The u-shaped tube held to together with a simple stint,
stolen from a hospital; wrapped extra-cautiously, with just
two rubber bands; and two rubber bands: ONLY. For
added-extra-protection; he also: meticulously and very
daintily: with ultra-caution, and incredible minimization;
paints the very thins edges of the rubber bands to the stint:
using taxidermy plaster; and only the edges; avoiding the
wrapped-round-curvature of the rubber bands; entirely.
This is also: for his: safety. He: does not desire a chemical
mixture of water and gases; sprouting from his sink faucet;
creating a very wet mess in the apartments; and houses: he
stole. A wet environment being a dedicated gay kidnapper-
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drug-er-abductor-murder who: shoves body into barrels to
decompose them indefinitely via-the-acid-vat-method;
using no creative flow at all; cannot have a damped or
wetted environment due to the already overbearing and
ultra-in-pen-ta-trate-ting order; which seeps through
vents, air ducts, and walls; but not floors and carpeting, and
also, never the ceilings: he stole.
Which would turn the stench, reeking through the air, into a
vapor biological gas mixture that would melt the paint and
plaster off the walls. Not to mention: The air ducts would
suddenly be cleansed of all trace elements originating from
microscopic biological debris; and also; bacteria, fungus,
and other viral components originating from the humanbeings he: murdered.
The organic stench; send suddenly adrift-out-of-andaway-from-the-vent; would send him to a rage-frenzy,
being that; his: "favorite little odor" becoming, wafted away
from, his: precious-moderately-sized-nostrils; would
create an uncomfortable and uncontrollable subconsciousfrenzy which he: would have to start knocking on doors;
unable to sit still; and be alone; with himself; by himself;
ONLY.
would require him to knock on doors every this odor once
was.
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He: The Monster: Jeffery Dahmer: Himself, would instantly
start upchucking all that beer he's drank over the course of
his life time falling down unconscious and finally get some
forced unconscious sleep.
; There is also potential for fire; due to chemical suction;
which he is aware of naturally from experimentation and
construction of this technological device. There is also
potential for an explosion in an-off-event-chance-of fire;
and a chance for an explosion, should the chemical suckshun; tubing become lose; vibrate too-loosely; anywhere; if
the usual PVC pipe becomes detached. Any loose element
in this modification has the potential to allow outside air
snd oxygen to miss with his experiment; increasing chance
for combustion and fire.
if the rubber bands broke; he would have to shut the water
off; and then immediately shut off; and detach; completely;
the rather large Co2 Tank; which he keeps in an off room;
usually, behind the sinks: he stole.
The Co2 tanks are easy to install. He bores a hole through
the wall; which does not need to be measured; then bore
hole simply just needs to be wide and open enough to fit
about; a one-inch diameter PVC pipe through; which he:
paints with taxidermy plaster - FIRST: the simple base
white colors; he: enjoys the most.
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The PVC pipe runs through the off-wall in the room behind,
the sink through the, actual-wall where, the sink is located
and, then, he: connects a PVC pipe: using tin metal couples;
the kind-with the butterfly squeeze brackets; which are
used to tighten the coup-link to the metal piping; that is; if
the sinks: he stole, use basic steel piping. If not; it's even
easier; with simple PVC piping: he: pays for; with money he:
steals from; his: victims. In case of PVC piping; he: would
avoid the couple, and the coup-link, and butterfly squeeze
brackets entirely, using just his: favorite base white
taxidermy plaster; to plaster the the PVC pipes together,
which is easier; preferable; safer; and his: favorite.
These modifications generally run to the piping that leads
from the on flow of water usually from below the bottom
"cabinet" below the sink basin. He has no need to modify
the actual pipes of the entire water system; anywhere. The
simple modification he employs is solely to enable Co2 to
mix with the upward flow of water to mix and combine with
the water; which he simply turns on at the sink faucet.
This is the first major step he predicates after stealing a
place of dwelling from anywhere; anytime. The chemical
powder mixture he religiously ingests; is related to the
entire chemical process; however; it's a religious symptom;
for him; that he: can even perform while running. It's not as
if he: would want to miss a dose; at all; ever.
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up to the bottom of the sink which usually
Same tubing, same hose:
sensor on sink ledge.
He also does have more dead body collections in special
plastic barrels, still "decomposing" -slowestly in acid. at
least one buried buried somewhere...and also check on the
acid vats, every-where in America, but stay the fuck away
from the god damn soap factories and the fucking animal
fats! Too many whales have died to earn the rights that
modern day detergents now have, including the tide pods!
Those DEAD whales are fucking champions! They have
earned their place among the Champions of The Gods and
Goddesses and respectfully the title of champion(s); as
well.
Death by spears and harpoons and nets! Brutal!
Ahhh, Mountains!
I haven't been to every airport... hell who has? I've only
been to these airports... Pittsburgh, PA, John F. Kennedy
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Airport, (The one on the island near "queens.") (I know
transgenderism, queers, bi's, gays, and cross dressing
men; bother you(!), but why not Metrosexuals? It's not a
joke. It's a direct question, and a statement-- Hrm...
COUGH.) I've also been to Daytona Beach International
Airport. Orlando international airport, and Cleveland
International Airport... you know the one's. There was also
a few airports in Germany I've been through. I'm guessing
at least three. I'll leave it to my non-imaginary counsel-- to
find the names of all airports: I've used, starting with
Germany, ending with Cleveland, and Pittsburgh.
...All related, interconnected, but unrelated...
Mr. Rouge Men In Black guy, whom lived in a fucking pole
behind the burger king, also counts as a homeless that was
and still is. He did so much DMT he finally started to sleep
off and on. He did loads of Dimethyltryptamine, every color,
every quality, and eventually formulated his very own
Dimethyltryptamine brand, and afterwards, put a goddamn
sign on his front door, indicating that he was also selling.
Which I managed to snap a picture of once, before the
whole pole got ghosted, and became smaller, and thinner,
through time. No. I never asked for any goddamned DMT. I
can't even trip on shrooms, mostly due to low quantity
available through shroom thieves whom are afraid of me
eating anything over an eighth , but whatevs. It just seemed
counter productive with all this shit going on, dmt, and
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shrooms included. Plus poetic rainbow tears-I'm still to
fucking perceive and form, due to actual lachrymolgy via
TOOL. He started smoking Dimethyltryptamine because I
imposed a valid hypothesis that it would have to work for
him due to his position in secret (S). It was a hunch, and
damn sure, if he wasn't wrong; nor was I.
Even in the midst of all this fucking plasma that has
replaced the earths actual energy, enwhich the palsma also
belongs;- The plasma is also hers! The largest portion of it,
anyways. The Rouge Men in Black... he, He disappeared in
my car after I went shopping at a Kroger in Moundsville,
W.V. He definitely knows who the too famous and rich for
Moundsville country artist gone pop star still is, even
though, this mans memorial sign has changed several
times before Moundsville has changed several times. I've
pointed to this pop - star's - gone - missing , house several
times. I dunno why no one believes me! Looks small for how
big he is, how much money he has fairly earned from
making music, and touring. And, even smaller in
comparison considering how big Moundsville actually is.
It's also probable that he moved around a-lot in his youth.
Theres also this thing called censorship requires Artists to
do what the fuck they are told in some instances, including
unmention Moundsville. Which clearly IS a safety switch,
not only for Moundsville but also for its residents; and him,
and gave him an opportunity to love on his fans attending
wherever he was when he said he lived somewhere else
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live;- In Concert;. which I mist've seen via youtube the last
time, if any.
Bunnies.
upside down rainbows cant crie...but terrorists on planes
sure the fuck can, as can Potus'es, all elected. EspeciallyIncluding-But Not Solely; also souley-including Mr. Obama.
DONT WORRY NOW! THEY ARE ALL BETTER THAN o.k.
and laughing their fucking asses off, Mcdonalds DIET eggs
still to come, as well as salt, pepper, butter, creamer
(splenda kind.), Grape jam, Strawberry Preserve, Sugar,
syrup, extra bacon, extra sausage, 1x-scrambled Eggs.
ONE hash browns, 1x, one minute maid orange juice
hopefully in legally required plastic bottle, but may still not
happen, three chocolate milks, which just cant be placed
inside soda fountain machines, 1 apple pie critter fritter
thing, and TWO Muth A Phucking CHOCOLATE CHIP
COOKIES! Because, love! That's why!
Ahhh... A Pikachu I've still been unable to capture is out
there roaming around! Pokémon is still duh spies! Ahhh!
The elf treasure dream is real!
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Cybertron is also real, and therefore Star-Scream must also
be the one! As well as, all autobots, still not on planet
fucking earth;-- Herself! To be blatant, those cartoons and
comic books and movies and graphic novels and stories
and books (actual), coloring books, toys (of all variety -
ANY.) and webpages of all translation and denomination
and along with all of the movies - animated without or
without cgi- are indeed; ALL FICTION. (!)
The pentagon KNOWS via conspiracies of ultra deep dark
space scanning, Just ask him!
As for Robotron-hoes... I don't think they can transform,
yet? But it must be the third kind, whatever that is or isn't
Ha, Ha, Ha... Batman actors gotta go make friends with
other unrated Batman villain actors and actresses-whom;
may be or may not be villainesses; especially CatWoman!)
Which: Whom can never act (females included- all of em!)-
without staring down real life murderers, pedophiles,
traitors, gangster-like-class-DUMB-Types,- and the like--
ALL while maintaining, "the actor face" and, achieving
victory while doing so...
Except that one scene with Heath Ledger as the illest and
dopest Joker so far... Agin! Where he actually used
hypnosis correctly on camera, also hypnotizing at-least
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that one huge black man, whom is NOT a Fail! k, buddies?
Whom he actually hypnotized in secret presumably behind
scenes.
These unrated Batman villain actors... are in a mysterious
super secret metropolis's super city state which has been
dark since third grade, (Madison students know it! Just ask
them for the proofs!)
Batmans still to come! Wonder Woman will be busy during
the time and after---Sorry! Not sorry! No word on the ladies
and there location's! (grammar and/or punctuation error?)