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Such Horrible Things.
When I Was Two, I Poured Super Glue
Into My Fathers Hair, As He Sat Unaware
In His Arm Chair, Much To Dismay
Had To Cut It All Away. Oh, But It Felt Great.
I grabbed the bottle sitting on my fathers desk. Superglue. My creepy little grin crawled back upon my face, as it always did when I had a new idea. I ran downstairs into the living room where my father was reading his paper. I lifted myself behind his chair and let the sticky substance fall over his hair, he didnt notice. I left into the backyard and hid from the situation.
Oh my god! I heard him scream. Curtis!
I Deserve To Cut And Filleted, Then Tossed About In Disarray, Until The Pieces Melt Away.
When I Was Four, I'd Wait By The Door
With A Knife In My Hand, And A Most Devious Plan
It Would Be Quite Grand, As The Mail Fell Through The Slot
The Sharp Edge He Got. Oh, But I Love The Thought.
I ran into my kitchen and opened the utensil drawer. I looked for my knife. 2:
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