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Very mellow feeling fading,
ire and anger rapid rising, lens of seeing tinged with red, your present lies upon the bed. Questions whirling, senses turning. My cat is dead upon my bed. Love eternal was our motto in our sacred sanctum, grotto where we lied and came together aside a hedge of rotting heather. Rage is growing, fists are clenching. I will kill you and your dog too! Waiting watching outside bedsit it's the place you live, ain't it? chainsaw thrumming, readiness. I will enter, make a mess! And when the fight is done that taste of blood upon my tongue I'll tell the cops: not my fault I suffer from acute brain-moult.
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