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As a little kid I think I had a thing for matches. I used to eat the burnt heads of matches. For the life of me I can't understand why. They are horrible and I've not done that for about a week now. Not quite as bad as the time we electrocuted the dog though!
Never ate a match. Never electrocuted a dog.
I did once kill a neighbours cat after a dispute, skinned it and then hung it up on a tree outside with a pentagram drawn out on the ground in blood, pigs urine and plain
White rice.
But apart from that nothing really much to report.
As a little kid I think I had a thing for matches. I used to eat the burnt heads of matches. For the life of me I can't understand why. They are horrible and I've not done that for about a week now. Not quite as bad as the time we electrocuted the dog though!
My mum put a swift stop to things like that. She found my fly construction yard. I'd catch a fly and rather than feed it to the venus fly trai (which I starved using matches also) I'd pull off their heads, legs and wings and sort them into nice little piles and one day I was going to glue them back together and make a super fly.
Mine was collecting red and black ants, mixing them together and watching them mince each other. The red always one so it turned into a handicap match and every now and then you'd have to throw in some boiling water from a cup. Fascinating things ants.
My mum put a swift stop to things like that. She found my fly construction yard. I'd catch a fly and rather than feed it to the venus fly trai (which I starved using matches also) I'd pull off their heads, legs and wings and sort them into nice little piles and one day I was going to glue them back together and make a super fly.
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