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Cut To the Chase After Tan Hat Man
Cut to the chase after tan hat man! Though reading horror stories gearing up as strawberry spring fest full throttle danse (macabre), an only every now and again predilection genre crazy wave washing over me like a killer tsunami, harboring pier rill less night surf (subsequently fueling figurative hair razing close shave critical desperation) to save thine scrawny arse, (a derriere laughing stock, and hence cheeky of me to rave), what you put in a Margarita, those rare occasions satiated, when hung over insomnia heavily bulging, rheumy myopic blood shot eyes nonetheless lock into vital opening sentence determining, whether adroit kingly author nimbly setting the stage and pave ving what thenceforth, pro misses tubby a cell out ace in the hole captive audience skeleton crew exhuming a grave grim reaper they crave (me, this apt pupil), doth brace himself by all counts once a bad little kid deserving, well...now... just a bag of bones, who fiendishly cackles analogous to screeching linkedin deafening banshee when leaning in (Sheryl Sandberg like), whereat after opening sentence, an instantaneous big bang possessive gnarly hand forcibly grabs my attention presaging and frightening yours truly (juiced in case ye did not know), where within the bazaar of bad dreams epic, which seems like forever, when I finally erase and exorcise the bogeyman who, regally, masterfully, immediately, dramatically got woven lady chattery teeth and all withering wicked warp and woof establishing (proof positive), an excellently crafted Chiral Mad heavily shades of night are falling gussying haunting place, where the color of evil permeates every cerebral space with darkness, said sub rosa prime evil punctuates the mind of this dream catcher, whence after four past midnight the reaper's image appears sending adrenaline rush, surreal augmented moving pictures, viz flight or fight courtesy third eye blind did, when firestarter alarm didst grind passage of time manifesting dark forces blaze zing atavistic fear itself lined up battleground formation from the borderlands of my mind this even before turning the first page where the eyes of drag'n my afterlife glowed with radiant shining where suspense didst wind.
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