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Two men design a plan to murder a girl who had previously duped them romantically - the book would be broken up essentially into 2 parts: the first would be their back and forth of how the plan would work and actually putting it into action, while the 2nd part would deal with how they deal with the body and repercussions.

One of them, in a bout of fear for somebody ever finding the corpse, eats the woman completely even after her flesh has rot in the Earth for weeks and dies.

The other buries his friend in the same spot she was originally buried and lives on.

Title: Ode Hysterically

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Craft

It was funny because my Dad kept saying to my Mom he was teaching me to "craft" words, then he'd laugh.

I love my Dad.

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The land where Heaven rested my head, twisted and spun up all in their dark clouds to have me rule the farms of families, was decrepit in the wake of my interior destruction. When my grace came upon the people, terror swept away their voices under the omnipotence as my arrival did taste so strong. Faith was non-existent, for I had not seen it; nor had those before, nor had those who lifted up the very platform of reality in the earliest reach of the cosmos. Now, beneath the seemingly raw pathway of light leading on this blind to be with the people, there was nothing outside of the God's light;

yet faith was there, welcoming this fragile child as a collective of shuffles, or the myriad symphonies of new relatives.

And though I shouted, they were crying all in my rampage – they did not pity me nor bide the depression of my depth. Tears of them, sliding and bursting with signalling hands all about, were the joyous cheers of a journey end.

Just before, when the steps did stop before the gates and light brushed at you, caressing you away into a lullaby so to wake up for the same eye of God – they will ask if I am breathing.

Heaven-bound in a half-rest, the voice of mine will return triumphantly with a shout.


It's not very much, but I had an idea.

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Absolutely - half of it would just be masturbation.

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