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   From: rainy-day-chicago@comcast.net   
      
   "Dana C James is The One I Love More Than My Own Stupid Silly Selves"   
   pitamaskwhereistuffmyfaceintobread@aol.comHiDanaCJILoveYouTHISMUCH wrote in   
   message news:20041124202125.21555.00001187@mb-m11.aol.com...   
      
           : Re: AWWWWW come on Drew let the worms party in your brain   
           : >From: "Carol Shubert" rainy-day-chicago@comcast.net   
           : >You're trying so very, very hard to strike back, using my   
           : >deceased son Drew as a weapon to try to hurt me.   
      
           : RedTrash, since you're watching...while grinding your old   
           : teeth, why should you act real concerned when you, the   
           : "mother", made it seem like an *It's all good* moment for   
           : you? Seems like you started out by saying how you were   
           : never bothered, upset, tormented, hurt, or offended by the   
           : (baby) song phase, that you *started*,   
      
      
   Second request, Trollzilla: Post the song parodies I wrote   
   about your dead children. Dig deep in your head and try   
   to find them.   
      
   Explanation of Trollzilla's mind workings, part 117:   
      
   Many months ago, Carol wrote that her friends were concerned   
   that the twisted sicko Trollzilla's song parodies about her dead   
   baby would be very painful to her. Carol told them that she was   
   hurt briefly - until she realized that Trollzilla is the humanoid   
   equivalent of talking dog doo.   
      
   Trollzilla read this and translated it into: "Carol said my song   
   parodies were all good for her." A translation she repeats   
   again and again.   
      
           : but NOW you're telling a whole different story.   
           : Why? Trying to beef up your *poor-me*/*self-pity*   
           : hypocrisy?   
      
      
   Kristine, Trollzilla, Miss-turd Lee, and all your other socky poos:   
   Your song parodies about my dead child, like the subject line   
   you wrote in this post, are not about ME, and not even about   
   Drew. The parodies you wrote and your jokes about worms   
   in a dead child's corpse are all about *YOU*.   
      
   Reread that, knucklehead: The parodies you wrote, and your   
   jokes about worms in a dead child's corpse, are about YOU.   
   Not me. Not Drew. Like the jokes you write about Boydette's   
   brother. They're about YOU. They tell everybody what you are,   
   how sick and sad YOU are inside. You strip your psychoses   
   bare - and damn, you're hideously ugly. Regardless of my or   
   anyone else's image of you as a pile of talking dogshit, or   
   whether or not we are hurt or bothered by your twisted   
   fantasies, what you write reveals how pathetic and miserable   
   YOU are. Only and always, JUST YOU, Trollzilla.   
      
   --   
   ~ Carol ~   
   "I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one:  'O   
   Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it." (~Voltaire)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)