Bequethed the family jewels, and they definitely were in this womens box. Testicular accumalation, she called it. Borrowed from ring leaders in the fight to save serial killers from execution. All the Psychopaths gathered around the prison holding signs saying: Free the Serial Killers: THEY ARE THE MOST INTELLIGENT PEOPLE IN OUR POPULATION.
dISMEMBERMENT OF CERTAIN CLAY CREATIONS OF WHICH SHE WOULD HANG ON HER FAVORITE eruditions of s[lendid} frescoes. The interim was notified of their boycott as the flow circuit catchers transponded the deodorf floatsam of pools of blood from what she considered her enemie: The Oedipus Complex.She never was suspected of anything, but she came on like radioactive transformers set for kill.
Macabre generations of senseless misogyny at the crossroads of bravo enterprises in the world of pathogorus, hand choking the miasma about the room until it was bruised and torned. The topmost balance was rectified by serial killers phone numbers she had on her rolodex file.
She had a whole collection of phallic symbols in a box next to her family jewels box. Reinverted castration contorted to cheap quotas she set for herself at the intervening cultural revery of plights of recorded screaming played TACET backwards, she was a real go getter. She left lovely brick-a-brack, a hand an arm,......on the polices steps. Running into waterways of mucous she turned it into a Phlegm slick,(I mean a film slick).
Varnished lacquered faces the skin hardening as fire frescoes burn the outer layer of contrived falsehoods she'd found in all men.Jet packed fueled ignition(very small explosions) were inserted in orifices and detonated.