Although I am fully aware that taco-cheese flavored nacho snacks cause cancer, I
cannot help but eat as many bags as I can possibly afford. Maybe future nutritional
geneticists could whip up some gourmet tumor caviar from my liver and brain, when I die.
My carcinogens could be cloned as seafood salads until the time comes to melt the frozen
Elvis with the Bermuda Pyramid Microwave Oven. There may even be hope that science will
find a way to produce party snacks inside a living human. Imagine. . . the first test tube
baby spawned by an infected glob of salad wagon dressing.
I am sick in my stomach from gore, spattered blood, and the red flashing gushing
These scenes shall be found
behind us now!
From now on, there shall be,
and shall only be,
Whatever We Think Is Good!
AND THAT IS
"KILL PAIN WITH KINDNESS TO
CREATE GOOD AND DESTROY EVIL"
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