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/         HEY????   .     WTF HIII!!!!!!

i’ve  read  your  work,     mr  reed    .     denunciated  literature  used  in  fully  diagnosing      &      interpreting   a  killers  overall     /  lacking  /     quality     .      vituperated  language  written  as  if  to  mock  the  scourge  of  the  world       ——-     tell  me,     what  criticism  would  you  give  to  the  oakland  murders      ?      *     disguised  curiosity  peeking  through  veil,     the  doctor  allows  the  other  to  hide  in  his  form,     despite  not  hearing  any  footsteps  come  their  way    .    he  had  walked  awhile,     in  fact     .     they  wouldn’t  be  finding  them  anytime  soon    .     *     it  is  a  rather  heartless  grandeur,    hm     ?     three  families,    all  dumped  in  various  parts  of  the  woods   .     surely  you  must  have  found  something  fascinatingly  horrid  about  this  case  in  particular,     if  you  have  decided  to  trek  this  far  to  covet  it    .
            
            @BIGTALKERS

how  about  you,     miss  check     ?     do  you  allow  yourself  the  occasional  indulgence     ?      surely,     you  must,     as  shown  by  the  way  your  eyes  hunger    .     *     another  bout  around  the  room,     plates  being  set     &     prepped     .     *     in  fact,     you  remind  me  of  a  quite  particular  line,     as  translated  from  the  original  euripides’s  hippolytos,     which  would  state,    ‘     is  there  a  god  inside  you,     girl      ?      ’
            
            /        NO  NO  ITS  TOTALLY  FINE     !!!     i  actually  prefer  writing  longer  responses  anyways  so  abjksjagakalak
            
            @boxcuttedtit

take  my  fancy  to  chaos      ?       that  is     /  quite  /    the  way  to  put  it,     miss  check     .      *     amusement  lingers  in  smiling  eyes,    an  open     &     honest  huff  of  air  leaving  the  doctor,     akin  to  a  silent  laugh    .    his  inner  monster  lurches     &     seethes  quietly  at  the  girls  blatantness,     but  is  ignored  in  favor  of  rolling  up  shirt  sleeves,     tall  frame  kneeling  to  pull  out  baking  loaf  from  the  oven     .     he  rests  it  atop  sleek  marble  counters,     allowing  it  to  further  rise     &     cool  off     .     italian  rosemary  bread    .     only  fitting,     he  internally  jests   .     *     it  is  entirely  dependent  on  what  the  viewer  deems  as  a  luxury,     yes     ?      your  view  points  are  surely  differed  from  mine,     &      vice  versa     .      *     he  can  practically  see  her  thoughts  from  here,    with  every  twitch    &    fake  smile     .     the  way  her  eyes  study  him  ;     of  how  her  stance  reeks  of       /  boredom  .  /      and,      as  one  should  know,      hannibal  has  never  taken  too  kindly  to  those  not  entertained  at  one  of  his  dinner  parties     .      so,      for  a  brief  moment,      he  allows  a  bit  of  turbulence  to  uphold  his  next  words     ——     silently  moving  about  on  his  feet,     allowing  the  other  to  remember  who’s  den  they  were  in    .     *

*      her  honey  brown  eyes  are  somewhat  deluded  with  a  softness  as  a  darker  theme  to  them  linger  ,       watching  him  slice  away  at  the  vegetables  laid  out  on  the  chopping  board  carefully  ..     as  if  reading  him  ,     wondering  if  he  is  much  of  a  delicate  killer  as  he  is  a  chief  .        she  listens  to  every  word  ,     &  though  the  scripture  bores  her  completely  she  is  still entranced  by  this  man  .      /  most  /  she  absolutely  hated  ;     treated  as  pigs  &  starved  them  for  her  own  preferred  dinner  .   not  to  say  he  was  her  taste  ,     because  she  had  thought  about  eating  him  once  or  twice  tonight  ,     but  he  definitely  wasn’t  a  /  pig  /  .     he  was  more  of  a  guinea  pig  ,      the  man  that  jennifer  felt  like  deciding  on  whether  to  eat  or  scar  by  socialising  with  them  ,      *          —       hm  ,       *    she  hums  ,    furrowing  her  brows  in  thought  &  meets  his  own  eyes  ,    *       blood  .     lots  of  it  .    but  in  a  sense  of  luxury  ,      bathes  in  it  &  dances  in  it  .      do  you  ..     /  take  your  fancy  /  to  chaos  ?    
            
            /        THIS IS SO LONG SORRY AHH