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[ Mind Warp - Volume #0, Issue #1, File #001 ]
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[ "Disturbing Thoughts" by Raven ]
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Disturbing Thoughts
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[Raven/EoS]
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I think too much. (well, some of my High School teachers will argue
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that statement, but screw them) I find myself scared by some of the things
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that I laugh at inside, and by some of the things that I'd LOVE to do.
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Unfortunately, I'm not as cool and fucked up in the head as some other
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computer-writers are, to actually claim to do these things, I just think
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about 'em...
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The Good Son: This was a stupid film about a little kid who like killed
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people. But there was one scene in the film, where the kid was
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holding another kid by the arm, on a tree house at about a 50ft
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height, and the kid said, "If I let you go, You think you could
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fly?" I cracked up when I heard that, I thought it was the most
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hilarious thing I had ever heard, And I had a sudden urge to go
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abduct small children, and hang them off of a bridge, and tell
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them that line, and then laugh an incredibly maniacal laugh, then
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pull them up, and let em run home crying, hoping that they'd then
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be mentally screwed for the rest of their existance.
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Escalators: As my fellow EoS members know, when walking down stairs, or riding
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down an escalator, I like to imagine kicking the person in front
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of me, square in the back of their head, and watching their body
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tumble down, head first, the rest of the elevator. The only thing
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that prevents me from doing this, is the fear that the person
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behind me is thinking the same exact thing, and then I start to
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hold on to the railing tighter.
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Suicide: Heh, Kinda like the "Jeremy" video by (blegh) Pearl Jam. Where at
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the end, Jeremy pulls out a gun and shoots himself. That's the
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best way to kill yourself, not only are you ending your life, but
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hopefully, when you've splattered your brains upon your class-
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mates, it screws them up, and they'll continue to seek psycholog-
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ical help twenty years later.
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My Parents: The fact that sometimes I can actually relate with my parents.
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Movies Theatres: When I go to the movies, and some 7ft tall schmuck sits down
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in front of me, I feel like pulling out my lighter, and roasting
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his head, and then sitting back and laughing as the guy runs
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around screaming, with a big flaming head.. haha..
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Public Restrooms: While I'm standing at a urinal, and noone else is around, I
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glance downwards, by the stall doors, and if there is someone in
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there, with their pants obviously pulled down to their ankles, I
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have to keep myself from going and getting a big handful of those
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nasty brown paper towel things, roll them up into a kind of ball,
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and light it, and just as the thing is almost egulfed enough in
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flames to burn my hand, throw it over the stall door, into the
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guy's lap, or into his pulled-down pants. haugh..
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Annoying Kid: While I was walking thru the mall, a little whiney, bratty 4
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year old kid, was crying to his mother, and yelling and carrying
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on about god knows what, and the mother didn't do anything, she
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just ignored him, while the rest of the mall cringed at the sound
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of the little pest. I figured out, that I could shut the little
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shit up by grabbing the mom by her hair, slamming her fucking head
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into the wall as hard as I possibly could, and then, still with a
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good grip on her, jam her face (preferably the eye region) into a
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nearby water fountain (the faucet part, that sticks up), hopefully
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causing the faucet to go into her eye, and back into her brain,
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and then, turn her head over, pull out her semi-squashed eye-ball,
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walk over to the brat, and stick it in his mouth. But to be sure
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he stayed quiet, I'd pick him up by his chin (so to cause a
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helluva lot of pain, and to make sure that he couldn't spit out
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his mom's eyeball), and throw him as far as possible. heh.
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