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Ý THE ALIENS ARE EATING MY HEART OUT! A ßßßßß°
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Ý Written by: Doctor Murdock Distribution Þ°
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ÜÜÜÜÜ Inspired by: A spec on the wall at Macy's. Centere Þ°
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Ý? Þ In memory of Mark Twain; The Damned Human Race - RoR - Þ°
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°°°The Hollow's Alliance --down-- °°The Electric Pub - 415/236/4380°°°°
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°Primary Drop Sites°°°°°°Rat Head - 415/524/3649°°°°°Primary Drop Sites°°°
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THE ALIENS ARE EATING MY HEART OUT!!
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ror - alucard
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Does nobody care? Fuck, I am sick of these piranha schools of human
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swine swarming around me like blood thirsty IRS storm troopers! I have paid
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my dues! Yesterday in fact...the check is IN the mail. I just got back from
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the mall and have witnessed the true sickness of this most heinous holiday.
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People, herding together like blood clots, racing from store to store, from
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bargain to bargain. Take a close look into the eyes of any one of these
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people, and you'll see the disease, you'll see that blank fiery that compels
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them. Misguided souls walking blindly through a maze of dubious faith and
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masked depression. They buy and buy, flowing through the halls and isles to
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the steady thud of a heartbeat, until they reach the brain, and then WHAMMO!!
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Missions accomplished! Eat your heart out!
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I thought I was in the clear...it now being less than a week from
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Christmas and all I had to show for it was ONE Christmas card! THAT WAS
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GREAT!! I didn't have to buy a single thing for anyone! But NO! Today the
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devil danced down my block and fiddled that old familiar tune. I saw the
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mailman approaching from the kitchen window, so I slid into the pantry and
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stood in front of the door, staring at the mail slot with unblinking eyes. A
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wave of silence only the dead could rival flooded over me...I was fully aware
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of what could happen. My mind was tottering at the edge of sanity just
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waiting...and waiting...and waiting. I was barely breathing, and then I
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heard his footsteps coming up the brick stairs. Clud, clud, clud. Ever
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since I was 17 I've dreaded that sound with a passion. The only news that
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comes through that wretched hole is vile and corrupt. Bills, bills, and more
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bills. To be a mailman you have to be one cruel and cold son-of-a-bitch. It
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is 100% mandatory for every mailman to be a neo-sadist, human reject who
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froths at the mouth like a three legged, rabid dog who was castrated at an
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early age. Clud, clud, clud. Then silence. ARGH! I heard the rustle of
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letters as he groped around in his bag for the scrolls of death that belonged
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to none other than yours truly. That bastard! I could feel him smile at
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that very moment. He paused for his cause, looking down at a handful of
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red and green letters and cards. HE KNEW WHAT THEY WERE!! HE KNEW!!!! But
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still, he shoved them through the mail slot with a menacing force! An ocean
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of brightly coloured paper splashed onto the floor and washed over my shoes.
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I stood there with my mouth wide open...all hope was lost. Then I heard the
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paddling of his feet as he quickly ran down the front steps and away from my
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yard in a sort of speedy and gleeful skip, laughing like a long insane mutant
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that only the US government could take responsibility for creating. So there
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I was...I must have stood there for 20 minutes, looking down at what little
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of my shoes I could see, sinking further and further into the sands of
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despair. Then one word came sprinkling down onto my head like a clear,
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refreshing mist. ESCAPE!! BOOZE!! NOW!!! Ok, so it was three words, but
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they sounded in my head so fast I couldn't tell which one I thought of first,
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so they were One. I quickly ran to the refrigerator...NO BEER!! I ran even
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faster to the liquor cabinet...NO HARD STUFF!!! I was doomed!! My soul
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shriveled up and died just then. I could feel those alien scum swooping down
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from black skies, diving right into my blood red heart and feasting like
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blind, cannibal ravens....
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