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Death Scenes book
If you love true crime and gruesome pictures, there's a book called Death Scenes from Feral House. It's a 40's/50's homocide detectives scrapbook. There are some nasty pictures.
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look at yourself - you're a f*cking mess, and yet you're saying nothing happened? - nothing happened??? yes, i know so much is so ordinary, so coarse, and so vulgar. but survival is simply not enough. nowhere near. what's the point of surviving? survive what? don't you realize you're going to die? f*ck your missions, your crusade. i demand and expect quality. right now, once and for all. quality time. |
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