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presents
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Poison Ivy
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by
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-Bloody Afterbirth-
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Toxic File #62
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Centre of Eternity : 615.552.5747 12/24 40 Megs
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Headquarters of Toxic Shock. Lotsa files online.
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Tudor Nightmare Village : 615.928.6071 3/24
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Bloody Afterbirth's main hangout.
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Lunatic Labs : 213.655.0691
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What a board SHOULD be.
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!*#^$%@&!*#^$%@&!*#^$%@&!*#^$%@&!*#^$%@&!*#^$%@&!*#^$%@&!*#^$%@&!*#^$%@&
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I just got some major poison ivy all over my bod...
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While I was engaging in my current hobby of itching and oozing, I began
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to wonder what thoughts would roam through the mind of poison ivy, if it
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were conscious. Why does it feel the way it does?
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This is what it told me.
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&@%$^#*!&@%$^#*!&@%$^#*!&@%$^#*!&@%$^#*!&@%$^#*!&@%$^#*!&@%$^#*!&@%$^#&!
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Here comes the man.
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The machine he carries...I watch it. It makes much noise when he pulls
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upon a trigger. It spins a small string of some nature around and around.
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And the screams of pain coming from my brothers fills my minute ears.
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Thoughtlessly, he chops away at a lifeform he does not understand.
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This deed must be repaid.
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I prick up a few leaves... He does not know what my kind looks like... I
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am just another unwanted thing to him. He brings the Noisy Death to me. I
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shake my leaves and quiver my stalks. He notices me now; I am all that is
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on his mind.
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His finger squeezes upon the trigger, the whirling thread of death
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approaches me... what will it feel like? will i die? no. The mortal one
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shall know my anger.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
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Weeds and grass cringe as my cries ring out across the lawn.
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Never have I felt such a PPAAIINN!!!
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It slashes into me, over and over and over...over and over...the noisy
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buzz of his weapon rips into my very being...he tears and rends at me...the
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pain no longer bothers me...stripped from my roots, my feeling has gone.
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His spinning weapon provides me with what I need.
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Upward acceleration.
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I call to the wind...it comes in answer...
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My shredded leaves float into the air, propelled by the madman's murder
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machine and by the soft, carressing vengeance of the wind. I land upon his
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skin...his face and his arms...his legs and hands...his chest...
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I send my oils into his body...He brushes at my pieces, rubbing them down
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his skin, forcing even more oil out of me and into my victim...all over him
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do I fall...my juices of revenge...seep..into his..body..my consciousness..
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it fades..sleepy...tired..is..this death?....the wind..whispers.."sleep..
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sleep my friend.."
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How long have I slept? Is this an afterlife?
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No...how foolish...I grow around these silly mortals and begin to pick up
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on their childish fears...I cannot die...but my purpose has now changed.
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Protector of the land of plants, my job has but begone. This young son of
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Adam has destroyed much...the pain he has caused and ignored must be
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returned upon him..three fold.
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There. His right wrist. Rash.
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Lower left arm...a small welp.
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Legs, a slight itch.
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The sweat of his labors gives my oils a medium to flow through.
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He notices the rash...I devote attention to it...I itch.
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An attempt to ignore me angers me. Increase the itch. Now he gives me
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attention... Scratch me. Scratch me, foolish one, and begin to know true
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pain.
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He scratches...oils are released, and his motions of the hand spread me
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further along his skin, rubbing me deeper...I send him a feeling of pleasure
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and of relief...gratitude for scratching me...he thinks it helps...and it
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does...it helps me considerably.
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He brushes his legs against his recliner. I spread fire through his
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legs. He must scratch. And scratch he does. He rubs me and mine against
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the chair...stronger I make the flames...harder he does force me to the
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chair, and deeper and wider does he spread my lotion. Enough for now, I
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send him apparent relief.
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He touches the welp...scratches a bit more on his rash...
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I send my juices to his fingers as they near my surface.
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The moron..he rubs the sweat from his face with the very fingers he has
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soaked my poison upon...more surface to spread onto...ahhhhh...he rubs me
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into his forehead, and down the side of his face...I itch his skin ever so
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slightly, and he rubs me down his neck too...
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I tell my brothers of oil to do the work they do best...infecting.
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Tired have I become..again I sleep..and the son of man thinks I have
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gone.
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I survey my handiwork and that of my brethren. The rash has spread down
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his arm as I slept...the oily ones have taken root and begun to flow under
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his skin. The welps begin to swell, his legs continue to itch.
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And he continues to scratch.
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Constantly does he aid me in my revenge against him. Foolish one.
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Three days have I directed the attack. The general of an army of poison
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forces, I have penetrated his defenses. Now have I covered half of his
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body. He knows, now, that I am here and what I am. Does he know why I am?
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Can I communicate the pain he caused by mercilessly slaughtering innocent
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weeds and grass? I send heat and fire, itching and swelling, through all
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the surfaces I cover.
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The pain wracks his body..mind..spirit. He does not know what to do.
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Nail polish he places upon me. I have overestimated his intelligence.
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Do I appear to be a chigger? Pop me, man child. Yes. He pops my
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bubbling pus factories. My juices spread down his hand......a fertile
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field he sows my seeds upon. A crop of pain and suffering he shall reap.
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Rise my brothers...rise and spread...conquer...swell up and ooze, that he
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may know disgust and contempt...let no mortal look upon him with favor...
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make him to be as a leper...Let him place his puny bandages upon our flowing
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juices...let them absorb us...and spread through the fibers, come down where
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you have not been before...he thinks if we are on a fabric that we cannot
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spread...As we are wet, so do we live. He knows us not.
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But brothers..soon...soon he must needs know us. We must prepare... Our
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time is short...the beast shall rise up to halt our attack...have faith, be
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strong my brethren..
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OOoooooohhh....salve...a lotion...long have I desired such a soothing
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massage of creamy liquids...his fingers bring a pink glob to my surfaces,
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and he rubs them in...spreading my ooze even so...he rubs it in...ohhhhhh it
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feels sooooo good...I inflame the rest of myself so that he knows I want it
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all over me...he obliges me...I send feelings of sweet relief to him, for
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this is a pleasure I do not get often...
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I bask in the glory of this wonderfully sweet thing for awhile...then I
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remember the needless deaths this man has caused. Time for us to act again
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my beauties.
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His back and chest. Itch.
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ITCH! Goddamnit I said ITCH!
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He ignores our attack.
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I send my command through my entire being, concentrating on one spot on
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his back. Still he does not scratch..still he registers no sensation of
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pain. What sorcery is this? What black curse has fallen upon us? Does
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this child of man know a magick that can stop even me?
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Yet I live. I know no pain...Indeed, I still feel good.
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Ahhhh...it is no black curse...it is a pink one. The salve. Now do I
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begin to see the foolishness of this man demonstrated again. He spreads his
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own lotions upon me so he is no longer bothered by my inflaming and itching.
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Fine.
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ATTACK! While he does not feel us! SPREAD OUT! SMEAR YOURSELVES WITH
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HIS CLOTHING! HE NOTICES NOTHING! COVER AND DIVERGE! RUN AND OOZE! Ooooh
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YES my slimy brothers and sister, INFEST this vile one with our wrath! Heat
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thyselves; I give the Itch unto each of thee! Increase in magnitude! This
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abomination of pink juice will wear off, let him know TRUE PAIN when it
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does! Continue the attack! Move out and destroy!
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.....pain.....i don't feel so good......something's not right.....
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something's coming over me.....what the fuck is this?
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!
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The PAIN! The HEAT! AARRRRROOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWGGGGHHHH!!!!!
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His fingers dig into my forces, more juices does he send into me... a
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clear lotion...and now a white lotion....Oooooh a PLAGUE!!! I begin to
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choke! Suffocating fumes fill my tiny nostrils, my every pore covered with
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the stench of his vile cream!
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Ooooohhhh....my children...as he rubs you, spread...outward and beyond...
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go my little ones...he will not cover the areas he does not know have been
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infected...spread to the clean areas..hide...await my next command......
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tight...oh so tight...a bandage...more bandages...what parts of me were
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greatest have begun to dry...as i am wet i live...as i dry, i die...i send
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my liquids oozing...it spreads some, but not much...the man has a weapon i
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had not foreseen...but no matter...the rest of his body...soon...
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Yeeeessssssssss....yes my babies....welcome....he has forsaken his
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duties....some of me dies and he thinks it shall continue its
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course...foolish manthing. The only thing that will continue with me is my
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ATTACK! Begin the invasion once again!! New pods, open and spread, burst
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and send your juices flowing!! The vengeance of the deaths of our brothers
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is our cause!! yes we will die eventually, but let this one know more
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pain!! let this one suffer at our hands!!!
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Arms, swell...blistering, good. Burst some. Legs inflamed. Some heat
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energies...increase the itch of his body...his medicine runs out, and he is
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so disgusted at the form I take that he cannot bear to spread the medicine
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completely...is this the way he attacks me? Does he wish to let me run my
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course? I am PERMANENT!!! What can he do to stop me?!?!?! Does he think I
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will grow weary of torturing his delicate flesh?!!??!????! The warrior of
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the garden, become bored with my sole purpose?!?!!! His stupidity impresses
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me.
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Coooool..cold...I do not like this...this room is too cold...white room,
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some light blue decorations..this room gives this son of man a relaxing
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sensation through his mind.
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Where is this place, and what does he have in store for me?
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He has begun to ignore me and mine. Our pain does not bother him quite
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so much...he does not scratch us, he does not stimulate me to an erection of
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my blisters, he no longer takes me to an orgasm of my poison... and this
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room, it scares me.
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A man enters the room.
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"Damn..you've got it all over you, eh?" He looks at me as he speaks.
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"Yeah! Went cutting some weeds and next thing I new, this stuff was
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everywhere..spreads like wildfire. Didn't know I was allergic to it." My
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host discusses me...He flatters my ability to spread...but why is he talking
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of me? Why does he seem so calm?
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"Well, there's no doubt that it's poison ivy," the man says so calmly
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that it frightens me. "A nurse will come in and give you a shot in your
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hip. If it doesn't clear up by Friday, come back and get another one."
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Relief and gratitude eminate from my victim. Clear up? ME?
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A woman comes in.
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"Pull your pants down a litte. Good. Now turn around.."
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A shiny metal thing...oh so small..OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!! AAARRRGGGH!!!!
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It penetrates his skin and enters his blood stream!!!!
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Flames erupt within me!!! His body's own defenses turn against me!!
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What have they done to me?!?!!!?
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...i...dry up...the..shot it..has done too..much dam..age...for me to...
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continue...my..existence..draws to an..end...
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but...the man...he knows..relief...and cannot..know relief..if he... did
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not know pain...my job...complete...my cycle...coming..to its close...
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i hear the call of my earth brothers...they welcome me home again... my
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immortal being removes itself from my host...the ground comes up to me... or
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i down to it...i am under the surface...roots? ahhh...another body...
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another set of lifeforms to protect....much better do i feel...peacefulness.
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my Earth Mother sends me warmth and love....i did well....
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(c)June 1990 Bloody Afterbirth/Toxic Shock
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