Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad! Next time I come home blood will come avalanching out of my mouth! It'll bubble all over your new carpet! The one meant to clean easily and also to hide bloodstains. You won't like seeing my blood on the carpet and you'll ask me to go to the blood room where it's okay to bleed. You'll be murdering people! All night long every night. This will be because you are retired. The dog will sleep nearby. He'll be used to it. You will kill people loudly and in big messes. Their insides look like tangled wet yarn! You pull it out like taffy. You won't eat it, but you'll ask if I want to and I'll be tempted and I wouldn't care if you hid some in my dinner. You won't tell me what you do with the bodies. I won't care!
Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad! Take responsibility for your actions! But don't let the cops catch you. It's a free country! Don't invite NBC's Dateline over! EVER! Unless you plan on killing them. Get the cameramen first! If there is a camera-woman get her before the men! Kill Chris Hansen! Fly me home and hide him in my dinner! But not the eyeballs. You know I have a problem with texture!
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This might be an intro to a new series about my parents killing people. About my parents killing Chris Hansen and hiding bits of him in my dinner. The subject interests me. I think I'll include reviews my parents give when they read it.
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my mouth is
filled with holes
my mouth is
avalanching blood
my dad is
a mass of blood
my mom is
a mass of blood
my mouth
avalanches blood
onto my parents'
new carpets which
they have bought
specifically to
hide blood stains
they constantly
murder anyone
messily at home
every night of
the week they
have a room
specifically for
amassing blood
"michael use the
blood room if you're
gonna bleed"
