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Do you ever think you might be a different species of human, knitted out of raw DNA in a laboratory like in , and then turned loose to see if you can pass yourself off as normal or not?
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dark-humour
different
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David Mitchell |
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Do you know what two centimeters is? Yeah. It's a measurement. It's about three quarters of an inch. All right. That's the distance that round missed your liver by. Is that what the doctor told you? Yes. You know what the liver does? No. It keeps you alive. Do you know who the man is who shot you? Maybe he didnt shoot me. Maybe it was one of the Mexicans. Do you know who the man is? No. Am I supposed to? Becase he's not somebody you really want to know. The people he meets tend to have very short futures. Nonexistent, in fact. Well good for him.
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dark-humour
dialogue
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Cormac McCarthy |
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"The Phantastic Phantasms by Stewart Stafford Halloween Henry sitting on top of a pumpkin he made Eyes are ablaze Morbid Melissa breastfeeding strychnine to all of the babes Her smile never fades Don't you see that darkness creeping? It's a nightmare without sleeping Trick-or-Treat Trevor knocking on doors with no head to display It's his headless way Emmet The Clownface Haunting the grounds of an old children's school He's nobody's ghoul On a carpet of Autumn leaves They're around every All Hallow's Eve Sam O'Terry counting the bones of his earthly remains None of them lame Simon-Whose-Head-Hurts taking his 920th overdose Chemically verbose They will always do their worst
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dark-humour
halloween-beasts
halloween-creatures
halloween-poem
halloween-poems
phantasm
samhain
halloween
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Stewart Stafford |