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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 9:12 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 9:24 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 9:38 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:26 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:31 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:39 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:53 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:53 am
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oh yeah, nightmares. geez i had a lot of bad ones back then...i had a nightmare about being chased by a dinosaur around my couch, and this was from watching Jurassic park a lot, and it was no ordinary dinosaur, it either a velociraptor or those ones that flap out their large colorful hoods and spit out ink (if you watched the movie they were the ones that killed the fat guy) i cannot remember. But eventually it got me and tore me to shreds. Another one, uhhh, hmm....IT! oh god IT, the one who started my phobia of clowns but now i am sorta over them. I remember having a dream of IT but i don't know what happened in it, but that s#!t was scary. There was one where i was being chased in my own house running from three witches, they were dressed in black and surrounded in shadows.
Oh ogd, another morbid thing of mine. my dad caught a bunny, i was happy and stuff becausde you know...IT's a RABBIT! never seen one before at that time except in picture books. but we had a porch and placed large plywood boards around it so it wouldn't run away. God I feel so bad right now but I started picking the rabbit and throwing it off my porch and watch flip and fall on it's feet or sides. after 12 heats of throwing it into the air, it was dinner and I ate. dammnit the thing had a bloody nose and I didn't know what happened to it...I think either my dad had to kill it or he let it go...but I feel bd for the rabbit because it was a young one. and of course, probably might not be considered morbid, but two words SUMMER and MAGNIFYING...GLASS, make that three and yeah you get the picture. I was burning ants alive everywhere and insect that could writher and squirm in agony until it meets its end, I was a friggin nightmare now that I reminesce about my childhood.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:34 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:43 pm
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Well, for me. I didn't express much outside of my hide. I kept a lot to myself....never could figure out why, but I knew that people around me would want me on medication or go to a psychologist....if I ever spoke what went on in my brain.
I didn't really read til about second grade, but as soon as I started, I just jumped into books that most teacher thought were "way beyond my level of comprehension". They thought since I failed my courses when I was younger, I was to dumb to understand H.P. Lovecraft, or Stephen King...I could, and always have.
So, then I found out about the ever loveable (in my opinion) Dr. Hannibal Lector, back in third grade. I was instantly enchanted by Sir Anthony Hopkins amazing portrayal of him, and have always enjoy watching the movies. The books are really good too. So, as I grew up, through my parents divorce, I hid myself between all the paper spines of books I could. In thrid grade alone, my reading level went from a 10th grade to College level.....none of my teachers could undersstand how such a child would love to read about a person getting their "innards" pulled from their body......
Oh well, it made me who I am today.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 3:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 4:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 5:02 pm
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