Miss Foster

They freely killed
So they were billed

An unknown science
Devoid of conscience

They knew the law
And used it to break it

They rectified it all
To turn out in their favor
But this, too, passed

They bulldozed the mass grave
But it was too late
They fell in it themselves, instead

In the best interest for the survival of the species

A grain of sand on a beach sang the song
Can anyone find it?

The bike trail in Wheeling goes through an old railroad tunnel. There's
another one that passes under my great grandparents' house in Flushing.

"Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message
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> They freely killed
> So they were billed
>
> An unknown science
> Devoid of conscience
>
> They knew the law
> And used it to break it
>
> They rectified it all
> To turn out in their favor
> But this, too, passed
>
> They bulldozed the mass grave
> But it was too late
> They fell in it themselves, instead
>
>

I notice you
Have been phrasing your posts
Quite differently
Lately

Have you been
Reading a lot
Of Haiku recently?

"Steve O" <spamhere@nowhere.com> wrote in message
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>
> "Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message
> news:9jU3i.8327$296.1205@newsread4.news.pas.earthl ink.net...
>> They freely killed
>> So they were billed
>>
>> An unknown science
>> Devoid of conscience
>>
>> They knew the law
>> And used it to break it
>>
>> They rectified it all
>> To turn out in their favor
>> But this, too, passed
>>
>> They bulldozed the mass grave
>> But it was too late
>> They fell in it themselves, instead
>>
>>
>
> I notice you
> Have been phrasing your posts
> Quite differently
> Lately
>
> Have you been
> Reading a lot
> Of Haiku recently?
>
>
>

No expression
Bound to the tyranny of rhyme
Says what you want it to say
But what the rhyme wants.

But if you're going to rhyme words
Formulate the next line first
And cause the first line to rhyme with it.
At least then,
You dump the reader into what you mean to say

Rather than dump the reader into some kind of
Rhyme constraint.

What is Haiku?

SCAPEGOAT FOR HIRE

What's your crime? I'll do your time.

I'll take the rap for yours
If you'll take the rap for mine

Can't pay up?

I'll arrange for you to take the rap for some of my other clients. Don't
worry. You can work for your toilet paper.

Jesus. The equalizer. The Grand Central Station to organ transactions
through the archetype. Obey and be healed. Your sickness swapped out with
someone else's health.

SCAPEGOAT FOR HIRE

reply via telepathy

The disappearance of Cynthia Anderson is avenged with the passing of Carolyn
Powelson the perpetrator.

Jack Powelson is a typical man who wanted to direct the show and arrange
everything to turn out his way. Everyone in the world is the same way.
Jack is not unique. He isn't more evolved than anyone else. Life will go
on with or without him. However, Jack, Carolyn's father, has his own
answering to the disappearance of Cynthia Anderson, whether or not he lost
his other daughter to cancer.

An uneducated HIV afflicted poor black woman, like Jack, wants to direct the
show and arrange everything to turn out her way. Her vision and dream holds
no less merit than that of a PhD economist who has no HIV, who has food to
eat, a place to live, and the privilege of healthy children. There are no
exceptions.

Guns 'n Roses 'November Rain' came a few months early.

I was angry at Carolyn, pretty angry. I dealt with it by picking a flower,
pretending it was her, and burning it with a lighter. The plan backfired on
me, though, and for some reason it burned the living hell out of my brain.

What was I thinking? Revenge. What were my motives? To result in her
burning in hell. A sacrement. A ritual. Yes, I prayed.

Carolyn has no less right to live a happy life than anyone. I may have been
raised with a predisposition to rage at the slightest expression of
discourtesy or rejection. She insulted me with a Nerf ball, and I turned my
80 mm canons on her. No doubt I tipped the scales far beyond what was
appropriate.

Soon I was sucking her into my brain to hash her through in order to figure
out what goods I could use against her, for revenge.

This was because I got my feelings hurt. There was suicide involved. When
I came around, I believed she owed me. And if she wouldn't pan out, I'd
take it from her, on the terms she either comply or die.

Yet Carolyn owed me nothing. If I had problems, it was never her obligation
to fix them.

This is speaking nothing about the disappearance of Cynthia Jane Anderson.
If Carolyn had something to do with that, it stokes the fire hotter. If she
did, I pity her.

What I took from Carolyn is mine, and if she wants it back, it doesn't
concern me.

A Social Worker once told me, "Mental health is when a person's inner world
is a true impression of their outer world."

Jack Powelson got my letter. I told him I picked a flower, imagined it was
Carolyn, burned the flower, and I felt an intense burning sensation in my
brain. This gravely concerned him. He felt he had to do something to
protect Carolyn from my experience. That was Jack's motive for burning
Jane. He felt if he did that, it would neutralize and ill forecast for
Carolyn. To Jack, it was either Jane or Carolyn. He chose Jane.

Jack proceeded, and Jane disappeared.

However, there were fallacies in Jack's inner world. Jack believed in
occult forces. In reality, Jane's death was absolutely unnecessary.
Carolyn was no more protected by Jane's death than had she been allowed to
live. Jack believed in nonsensical myths. His inner world was inconsistent
with the outer world.

So problems developed, and more are on their way, for the family affair that
led to the pointless death of an innocent woman.

HERE! PRESS 100 POUNDS AND HOLD IT FOR 25 YEARS LIKE I DID.

IF THE AXE FELL, I WOULD HAVE DIED.

IF YOUR AXE FALLS, YOU WILL DIE.

TAKE THE LONG WAYWARD OFFBEAT PATH.

I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR ODDS.

if you live through it, you will regret the day that you were ever born.

I used to write letters to girls, all the time believing there was something
I could say that would result in them loving me. Yet none of them ever did.

I quit writing letters 10 years ago.

I have been writing numerous posts, instead. This is my vehicle of
expression for the account of my experiences WITH THOSE I ONCE WROTE TO.

Thank You all who read what I have to say, and dilute and dissolve the
singularity.

"Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message
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> "Steve O" <spamhere@nowhere.com> wrote in message
> news:5bbotkF2ram6hU1@mid.individual.net...

>>
>> I notice you
>> Have been phrasing your posts
>> Quite differently
>> Lately
>>
>> Have you been
>> Reading a lot
>> Of Haiku recently?
>>
>>
>>
>
> No expression
> Bound to the tyranny of rhyme
> Says what you want it to say
> But what the rhyme wants.
>
> But if you're going to rhyme words
> Formulate the next line first
> And cause the first line to rhyme with it.
> At least then,
> You dump the reader into what you mean to say
>
> Rather than dump the reader into some kind of
> Rhyme constraint.
>
> What is Haiku?

You don't have Google in Loonie Land?

"Steve O" <spamhere@nowhere.com> wrote in message
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>
> "Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message
> news:cpE4i.9081$296.6046@newsread4.news.pas.earthl ink.net...
> >
> > "Steve O" <spamhere@nowhere.com> wrote in message
> > news:5bbotkF2ram6hU1@mid.individual.net...
>
> >>
> >> I notice you
> >> Have been phrasing your posts
> >> Quite differently
> >> Lately
> >>
> >> Have you been
> >> Reading a lot
> >> Of Haiku recently?
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >
> > No expression
> > Bound to the tyranny of rhyme
> > Says what you want it to say
> > But what the rhyme wants.
> >
> > But if you're going to rhyme words
> > Formulate the next line first
> > And cause the first line to rhyme with it.
> > At least then,
> > You dump the reader into what you mean to say
> >
> > Rather than dump the reader into some kind of
> > Rhyme constraint.
> >
> > What is Haiku?
>
> You don't have Google in Loonie Land?
>
You don't have a kill file in your OS ? miki.

Jon G. wrote:

> I quit writing letters 10 years ago.

I see evidence to the contrary. Stop it for real, you loon.

mike

Just consider every pleasure that Carolyn enjoys, be the womanly pleasure
that Cynthia Jane Anderson was denied.

When the turret does a 180, the shootee becomes the shooter.

Did you ever marvel that a law of the universe seems to be that everything
changes?

Those who caused the disappearance of Cynthia Jane Anderson, by the laws of
PHYSICS, dug their own graves. The winds of change have sealed their fates.

Did Carolyn kill Jane?

I don't know. Ask her. Does she think herself some kind of tough survivor
entitled to notch up casualties and revel in her conquests IN BED. A little
heightened pleasure at the imagination of re-crucifying the dead?

Like father, like daughter. behold the spectacle. a couple of maggots
consuming corpses, keeping on their plastic faces in hopes nobody will see.

I avoid exposing my perceptions to them in any way. They still force
themselves through on me, if telepathy exists. It seems I've provoked them,
they grew homicidal, but just couldn't orchestrate the peak they needed to
kill me.

When the maggots became flies, they irritated me.

Every fly I swat, they are in my prayers.

last dance with Car-o-lyn Tom Petty

This Harley-Davidson Hearse is the expression of many of my values.

http://www.kansascity.com/450/story/122534.html

Jack the mastermind, Robin the lookout, Kenneth and Larry the rapists, and
Judy, Cynthia and Carolyn the mechanics.

"We kill now, explain later," they touted with conciet. Killing people to
them was like a family game of Scrabble.

The only one who had any conscience was Cynthia, which ate her gut out and
she died. Nothing in God's world happens by mistake. The family kept a
close quarantine of her lest she spill their secrets when her mind started
going. They crowded out anyone else but family.

Death. It happens to everyone, sooner or later. Until then, leave the
snakes to the snake pit.

I can say anything I want, and Jack won't engage me. He knows if he does,
he will have to face an issue. That issue is the disappearance of Cynthia
Jane Anderson. His silence is basically a confession of guilt.

If he had nothing to do with it, he'd have a leg to stand on, and could shut
me up quickly, permanently and absolutely. But no, he doesn't do that.

If it is brought to issue that he may have had something to do with the
disappearance of Cynthia Jane Anderson, whether he did or didn't, then what?

"Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message
news:WUL5i.13615$Ut6.8235@newsread1.news.pas.earth link.net...
> Jack the mastermind, Robin the lookout, Kenneth and Larry the rapists, and
> Judy, Cynthia and Carolyn the mechanics.
>
> "We kill now, explain later," they touted with conciet. Killing people to
> them was like a family game of Scrabble.
>
> The only one who had any conscience was Cynthia, which ate her gut out and
> she died. Nothing in God's world happens by mistake. The family kept a
> close quarantine of her lest she spill their secrets when her mind started
> going. They crowded out anyone else but family.
>
> Death. It happens to everyone, sooner or later. Until then, leave the
> snakes to the snake pit.
Jon, your mind is scrambling itself
Seek help.

meathead II, who are you, the freedom of press sentry?

just to keep it all your way,

we all bow down to worship you, psychopathic maniac

"m II" <c@in.the.hat> wrote in message
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> Jon G. wrote:
>
>> I quit writing letters 10 years ago.
>
>
> I see evidence to the contrary. Stop it for real, you loon.
>
>
>
>
>
> mike

"Steve O" <spamhere@nowhere.com> wrote in message
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>
> "Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message
> news:cpE4i.9081$296.6046@newsread4.news.pas.earthl ink.net...
>>
>> "Steve O" <spamhere@nowhere.com> wrote in message
>> news:5bbotkF2ram6hU1@mid.individual.net...
>
>>>
>>> I notice you
>>> Have been phrasing your posts
>>> Quite differently
>>> Lately
>>>
>>> Have you been
>>> Reading a lot
>>> Of Haiku recently?
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>
>> No expression
>> Bound to the tyranny of rhyme
>> Says what you want it to say
>> But what the rhyme wants.
>>
>> But if you're going to rhyme words
>> Formulate the next line first
>> And cause the first line to rhyme with it.
>> At least then,
>> You dump the reader into what you mean to say
>>
>> Rather than dump the reader into some kind of
>> Rhyme constraint.
>>
>> What is Haiku?
>
> You don't have Google in Loonie Land?
>
>
No. I don't live in the U.K.

You know... crooked eyeballs from inbreeding that make Goodle-eyed perverts

U.S. Sandy never suffered stress to the point of breakdown like U.K.
Kassandra did, so Sandy retained functionality as Queen over the place. She
is conceited, arrogant, haughty, sadistic, and ruins peoples' lives for
entertainment. I was just a sort of plaything to her, someone to see how
much damage she could do to them. It's true. She did do damage.

It's not right that Sandy have homicidal advantage over Kassandra, when
Kassandra has suffered more. It's recreational homicide. Sandy's only
challenge is to rack up murders.

http://mypeoplepc.com/members/jon833...mial/id22.html

Forms of life like vultures and maggots thrive over the end of the life
cycle of decline and death. There is nothing mysterious or mystical about
them. They are like the negative terminal of a car battery, just a sink
that absorbs whatever gets poured into it, like a drain, like a psychic
vampire.

Forms of life like embryos and newborns thrive over the beginning of the
life cycle of growth and life. There is nothing miraculous or divine about
them. They are like the positive terminal of a car battery, just a source
that outputs whatever comes out of it, like a source, like a radiant
extrovert.

Who cares? Neither one is good or evil, they just exist. Did Satan make
all plants green?

	#1
Jon G.	Miss Foster They freely killed So they were billed An unknown science Devoid of conscience They knew the law And used it to break it They rectified it all To turn out in their favor But this, too, passed They bulldozed the mass grave But it was too late They fell in it themselves, instead In the best interest for the survival of the species A grain of sand on a beach sang the song Can anyone find it? The bike trail in Wheeling goes through an old railroad tunnel. There's another one that passes under my great grandparents' house in Flushing.

	#2
Steve O	Re: Miss Foster "Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message news:9jU3i.8327$296.1205@newsread4.news.pas.earthl ink.net... > They freely killed > So they were billed > > An unknown science > Devoid of conscience > > They knew the law > And used it to break it > > They rectified it all > To turn out in their favor > But this, too, passed > > They bulldozed the mass grave > But it was too late > They fell in it themselves, instead > > I notice you Have been phrasing your posts Quite differently Lately Have you been Reading a lot Of Haiku recently?

	#3
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster "Steve O" <spamhere@nowhere.com> wrote in message news:5bbotkF2ram6hU1@mid.individual.net... > > "Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message > news:9jU3i.8327$296.1205@newsread4.news.pas.earthl ink.net... >> They freely killed >> So they were billed >> >> An unknown science >> Devoid of conscience >> >> They knew the law >> And used it to break it >> >> They rectified it all >> To turn out in their favor >> But this, too, passed >> >> They bulldozed the mass grave >> But it was too late >> They fell in it themselves, instead >> >> > > I notice you > Have been phrasing your posts > Quite differently > Lately > > Have you been > Reading a lot > Of Haiku recently? > > > No expression Bound to the tyranny of rhyme Says what you want it to say But what the rhyme wants. But if you're going to rhyme words Formulate the next line first And cause the first line to rhyme with it. At least then, You dump the reader into what you mean to say Rather than dump the reader into some kind of Rhyme constraint. What is Haiku?

	#4
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster SCAPEGOAT FOR HIRE What's your crime? I'll do your time. I'll take the rap for yours If you'll take the rap for mine Can't pay up? I'll arrange for you to take the rap for some of my other clients. Don't worry. You can work for your toilet paper. Jesus. The equalizer. The Grand Central Station to organ transactions through the archetype. Obey and be healed. Your sickness swapped out with someone else's health. SCAPEGOAT FOR HIRE reply via telepathy

	#5
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster The disappearance of Cynthia Anderson is avenged with the passing of Carolyn Powelson the perpetrator. Jack Powelson is a typical man who wanted to direct the show and arrange everything to turn out his way. Everyone in the world is the same way. Jack is not unique. He isn't more evolved than anyone else. Life will go on with or without him. However, Jack, Carolyn's father, has his own answering to the disappearance of Cynthia Anderson, whether or not he lost his other daughter to cancer. An uneducated HIV afflicted poor black woman, like Jack, wants to direct the show and arrange everything to turn out her way. Her vision and dream holds no less merit than that of a PhD economist who has no HIV, who has food to eat, a place to live, and the privilege of healthy children. There are no exceptions. Guns 'n Roses 'November Rain' came a few months early.

	#6
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster I was angry at Carolyn, pretty angry. I dealt with it by picking a flower, pretending it was her, and burning it with a lighter. The plan backfired on me, though, and for some reason it burned the living hell out of my brain. What was I thinking? Revenge. What were my motives? To result in her burning in hell. A sacrement. A ritual. Yes, I prayed. Carolyn has no less right to live a happy life than anyone. I may have been raised with a predisposition to rage at the slightest expression of discourtesy or rejection. She insulted me with a Nerf ball, and I turned my 80 mm canons on her. No doubt I tipped the scales far beyond what was appropriate. Soon I was sucking her into my brain to hash her through in order to figure out what goods I could use against her, for revenge. This was because I got my feelings hurt. There was suicide involved. When I came around, I believed she owed me. And if she wouldn't pan out, I'd take it from her, on the terms she either comply or die. Yet Carolyn owed me nothing. If I had problems, it was never her obligation to fix them. This is speaking nothing about the disappearance of Cynthia Jane Anderson. If Carolyn had something to do with that, it stokes the fire hotter. If she did, I pity her. What I took from Carolyn is mine, and if she wants it back, it doesn't concern me.

	#7
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster A Social Worker once told me, "Mental health is when a person's inner world is a true impression of their outer world." Jack Powelson got my letter. I told him I picked a flower, imagined it was Carolyn, burned the flower, and I felt an intense burning sensation in my brain. This gravely concerned him. He felt he had to do something to protect Carolyn from my experience. That was Jack's motive for burning Jane. He felt if he did that, it would neutralize and ill forecast for Carolyn. To Jack, it was either Jane or Carolyn. He chose Jane. Jack proceeded, and Jane disappeared. However, there were fallacies in Jack's inner world. Jack believed in occult forces. In reality, Jane's death was absolutely unnecessary. Carolyn was no more protected by Jane's death than had she been allowed to live. Jack believed in nonsensical myths. His inner world was inconsistent with the outer world. So problems developed, and more are on their way, for the family affair that led to the pointless death of an innocent woman.

	#8
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster HERE! PRESS 100 POUNDS AND HOLD IT FOR 25 YEARS LIKE I DID. IF THE AXE FELL, I WOULD HAVE DIED. IF YOUR AXE FALLS, YOU WILL DIE. TAKE THE LONG WAYWARD OFFBEAT PATH. I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR ODDS. if you live through it, you will regret the day that you were ever born.

	#9
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster I used to write letters to girls, all the time believing there was something I could say that would result in them loving me. Yet none of them ever did. I quit writing letters 10 years ago. I have been writing numerous posts, instead. This is my vehicle of expression for the account of my experiences WITH THOSE I ONCE WROTE TO. Thank You all who read what I have to say, and dilute and dissolve the singularity.

	#11
miki	Re: Miss Foster "Steve O" <spamhere@nowhere.com> wrote in message news:5bilijF2t414hU1@mid.individual.net... > > "Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message > news:cpE4i.9081$296.6046@newsread4.news.pas.earthl ink.net... > > > > "Steve O" <spamhere@nowhere.com> wrote in message > > news:5bbotkF2ram6hU1@mid.individual.net... > > >> > >> I notice you > >> Have been phrasing your posts > >> Quite differently > >> Lately > >> > >> Have you been > >> Reading a lot > >> Of Haiku recently? > >> > >> > >> > > > > No expression > > Bound to the tyranny of rhyme > > Says what you want it to say > > But what the rhyme wants. > > > > But if you're going to rhyme words > > Formulate the next line first > > And cause the first line to rhyme with it. > > At least then, > > You dump the reader into what you mean to say > > > > Rather than dump the reader into some kind of > > Rhyme constraint. > > > > What is Haiku? > > You don't have Google in Loonie Land? > You don't have a kill file in your OS ? miki.

	#12
m II	Re: Miss Foster Jon G. wrote: > I quit writing letters 10 years ago. I see evidence to the contrary. Stop it for real, you loon. mike

	#13
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster Just consider every pleasure that Carolyn enjoys, be the womanly pleasure that Cynthia Jane Anderson was denied. When the turret does a 180, the shootee becomes the shooter. Did you ever marvel that a law of the universe seems to be that everything changes? Those who caused the disappearance of Cynthia Jane Anderson, by the laws of PHYSICS, dug their own graves. The winds of change have sealed their fates. Did Carolyn kill Jane? I don't know. Ask her. Does she think herself some kind of tough survivor entitled to notch up casualties and revel in her conquests IN BED. A little heightened pleasure at the imagination of re-crucifying the dead? Like father, like daughter. behold the spectacle. a couple of maggots consuming corpses, keeping on their plastic faces in hopes nobody will see. I avoid exposing my perceptions to them in any way. They still force themselves through on me, if telepathy exists. It seems I've provoked them, they grew homicidal, but just couldn't orchestrate the peak they needed to kill me. When the maggots became flies, they irritated me. Every fly I swat, they are in my prayers. last dance with Car-o-lyn Tom Petty

	#14
Jon G.	Harley Davidson Hearse This Harley-Davidson Hearse is the expression of many of my values. http://www.kansascity.com/450/story/122534.html

	#15
Jon G.	family of murderers Jack the mastermind, Robin the lookout, Kenneth and Larry the rapists, and Judy, Cynthia and Carolyn the mechanics. "We kill now, explain later," they touted with conciet. Killing people to them was like a family game of Scrabble. The only one who had any conscience was Cynthia, which ate her gut out and she died. Nothing in God's world happens by mistake. The family kept a close quarantine of her lest she spill their secrets when her mind started going. They crowded out anyone else but family. Death. It happens to everyone, sooner or later. Until then, leave the snakes to the snake pit.

	#16
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster I can say anything I want, and Jack won't engage me. He knows if he does, he will have to face an issue. That issue is the disappearance of Cynthia Jane Anderson. His silence is basically a confession of guilt. If he had nothing to do with it, he'd have a leg to stand on, and could shut me up quickly, permanently and absolutely. But no, he doesn't do that. If it is brought to issue that he may have had something to do with the disappearance of Cynthia Jane Anderson, whether he did or didn't, then what?

	#17
Steve O	Re: family of murderers "Jon G." <jon8338@peoplepc.com> wrote in message news:WUL5i.13615$Ut6.8235@newsread1.news.pas.earth link.net... > Jack the mastermind, Robin the lookout, Kenneth and Larry the rapists, and > Judy, Cynthia and Carolyn the mechanics. > > "We kill now, explain later," they touted with conciet. Killing people to > them was like a family game of Scrabble. > > The only one who had any conscience was Cynthia, which ate her gut out and > she died. Nothing in God's world happens by mistake. The family kept a > close quarantine of her lest she spill their secrets when her mind started > going. They crowded out anyone else but family. > > Death. It happens to everyone, sooner or later. Until then, leave the > snakes to the snake pit. Jon, your mind is scrambling itself Seek help.

	#18
Jon G.	Re: Miss Foster meathead II, who are you, the freedom of press sentry? just to keep it all your way, we all bow down to worship you, psychopathic maniac "m II" <c@in.the.hat> wrote in message news:6I55i.51283$V75.17945@edtnps89... > Jon G. wrote: > >> I quit writing letters 10 years ago. > > > I see evidence to the contrary. Stop it for real, you loon. > > > > > > mike

	#20
Jon G.	r U.S. Sandy never suffered stress to the point of breakdown like U.K. Kassandra did, so Sandy retained functionality as Queen over the place. She is conceited, arrogant, haughty, sadistic, and ruins peoples' lives for entertainment. I was just a sort of plaything to her, someone to see how much damage she could do to them. It's true. She did do damage. It's not right that Sandy have homicidal advantage over Kassandra, when Kassandra has suffered more. It's recreational homicide. Sandy's only challenge is to rack up murders. http://mypeoplepc.com/members/jon833...mial/id22.html

	#21
Jon G.	green Forms of life like vultures and maggots thrive over the end of the life cycle of decline and death. There is nothing mysterious or mystical about them. They are like the negative terminal of a car battery, just a sink that absorbs whatever gets poured into it, like a drain, like a psychic vampire. Forms of life like embryos and newborns thrive over the beginning of the life cycle of growth and life. There is nothing miraculous or divine about them. They are like the positive terminal of a car battery, just a source that outputs whatever comes out of it, like a source, like a radiant extrovert. Who cares? Neither one is good or evil, they just exist. Did Satan make all plants green?