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Hmm. You know, I feel my childhood memories. They're coming back now. Who knows, maybe I have something left behind, still to conquer. Hold my cigarette, will you? I normally like to smoke, but I need to tell you another thing first, maybe two. Yes, I remember hanging out in the sewers. And I remember the others there, too. Was a mighty fine time. A mighty good time. You could play limp biscuit down there too, if the rats didn't eat the cracker first.
Hmm. Strange. You know, I keep having this strange memory, hangin' at the back of my mind. Oh, what is it? Ah, what the heck. Something about that VHS tape. Was it…it... Killer Klowns from Outer Space? Sounds vaguely familiar. Mmm…Mmm... ah, yes. When mommy and I came home from the rental store. I recall her putting it in the player, and it not quite being as child friendly as it was intended to be. I told mommy about it, but she didn't pay much mind. It was as if she knew.
Now I remember…remember... mascara. No, wait…wait... it was white. Do they make white mascara? But you don't rub it all over your face, right? We used to use paint at the circus. That can't be it. Oh, yes, mother's red wig. Kind of fizzy. And something like a cherry. And…And... and…and... the smell of…of... something burning. Father? Dad? Dad's…s... that was when he…he... paraplegic…paraplegic... he told me it was in the war. But I remember a glimpse. It was…was... disgusting. A mess. With toothmarks. Like a rabid dog had sunk into a freshly sizzled t-boned steak…steak...
Mother's lips. Mother's lips. They were…were... stained…stained... such a beautiful crimson hue…hue... all over…over... the cheeks…cheeks...
…... That was not lipstick. Lipstick doesn't smear quite like that.
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