(n) a form of greeting after a long separation amongst close friends.

"Wabbahooshna my good friend!"

NOTE: If the word is not from you, please leave credit to whom it belongs to and where you found it, Thanks :)

The Fates
1914 Heaven & Hell BLVD
Waco Texas 666
C.E.O.  Master O. Cards

Incomplete Application For Living


This Is An App. For Living
Name: Last_ First Middle Initial
Home Address: Mt Olive RD
State: AR. City:__ & Zip Code:_

Social Security Number:
-(ect)-9797
Male or Female (please circle one)
Race: Yellow, Black, Red or Caucasian?

List Previous Acquaintances:
(beginning  last to first,
in detail please, do rank them all
& mark which ones are worse)

Name:________Have known for How Long?________
Age:________How would you rate this one?________
Are you Enemies or Friends now?________
What will they do?________ What have they done?________

Have you been convicted of a Felony?________
Misdemeanor?________ Or Likewise?________
Plead Guilty?________ Or No Contest?________
Go against Legal Advise?________

(If yes, then please explain:)____________________
___________________________­__________

Are you most Happy?________ Somewhat Sad?________
A High school Dropout?________ College Grad?________
Thin?____ Obese?____ Medium Build?____
Pretty?____ Ugly?____ Clumsy?____ Skilled?____

Disclaimer*
If we are to judge you right, Please fill in all the spaces, The process must be quite precise, On Looks, I.Q. and Races. This information’s vital and our tally is what counts, It let’s us know which ones will live and which will need put down.


I hereby swear this is the truth, not made~up to cause hurt,
I understand the consequence should there be falsehoods in word.


Applicant: ______
(must be signed in blood or other D.N.A.)
Please Print Name:____
(so we can read of whom we are to slay)



For questions please call our hotline toll-free @ 1-666-0My-Fate

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I can no longer ((hide))
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She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone

“Call for a Miss. Blume, I repeat Miss. Nora Blume
your bag’s at lost & found”

12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up to contemplate the whys

“Ahh, Sherif, you may wanna have a look at this,
could be blood from the girl we just may have missed”

She left her bag back at the station
with a letter she had drawn
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone

“Dear Mother I am leaving, don’t expect me to return
I’ll love you always this is not a phase but a lesson never learned”

12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up before the case went dry

“Ah, Sherif, you may wanna share this, it’s a note from Nora Blume,
her Mother needs to know that a suicide’s assumed”


She left her bag back at the station
where they came ‘cross a syringe
just one of many in a package
tangled in her wallets fringe

“I saw no need for luggage as I’ve carried more in wait
there’s a final wrath along my path that’s leading to my fate”

12 hours after a search had gathered
a blood trail lastly explored
and the whistle sounded as the troops dumbfounded
covered up her corpse

“Don’t cry for me, ask Daddy then you’ll know the reason why,
just put us in the same plot embracing on our sides”

She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as the two were grounded
down six feet moving on...

Plasma stains
beneath family portraits
Dust collects
on top of fingerprints

Bit’s of hair, fingernails
jammed in braided rugs
Just knowing
creates a foul stench

Oh, the spatter
that splattered when
Buckshot went off!
It’s been 8 years ago today

Claimed crazy residing
were once he had killed
And he always
plans to stay

Neighborhood strays
never sow to his lawn
They scurry by
whimpering in fear

For a body was missing
the law never saw,
Not even
the protruding ear

Grocers delivering food
strewed cross the yard
And the mailman
hasn’t stopped by in ages

It is said “who gets too close
to what rests inside,
Will be next posted
on the front pages