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Date Posted: 20:44:39 09/07/01 Fri
Author: SMILNER
Subject: Re: S.O.S.-an eye openning experience
In reply to: Pokey's red headed stepchild 's message, "S.O.S.-an eye openning experience" on 13:32:38 09/07/01 Fri

dont worry little girl! SMILNER's on the case of finding the identity of this mysteeeeeeeeeerious person-killer-SMILNER-son-impersonator-person. you just go home and tuck yourself in for beddy-bye, uncle SMILNER (not how i subtly avoided calling myself Father SMILNER, since i am clearly not he) will save the day! ive been running all over new york state looking for clues in a beat up old taurus, and i must say i is getting results! the first thing i found out is the left pedal is the brake and ther right is the gas. that out of the way, i visited westchester (home of the x-men, might i add) to look for the body. i asked the guy ay the gas station where the body is and he called the sheriff. the sheriff kindly asked me to leave town as quickly as possible. law-abiding borderline psychotic that i am, i raced outta there like a bat out of hell. im honestly not sure how fast i left; the speedometer only goes to 90. so far ive determined that this so called SOS (a cry for help? hmmmm.... another clue...) can not be pokey. pokey is an illiterate piece of shit, as im sure anyone can see from the rest of the site. and it cant be me. thats just zany. tomorrow im going to utica. maybe b.b. king knows something...


>You my dear sorry fiend have indeed gotten to
>me...mostly my funny bone, but got to me you did. I
>love your little letter to the distressed family. I
>have to big questions to start out with:
>1) Why are you calling a Montana number? ('406' is the
>area code for the state of Montana, '716' is the area
>code of Rochester)
>2) Why would you drive close to 350 miles to kill the
>girl? (Westchester is roughly 341.6 miles from
>Rochester)
>
>I can now sleep soundly at night because I know you
>have no sense of direction and clearly called a wrong
>number.
>
>You have once again lost the power of the
>monster-realism. What guy has not been pissed at
>having been turned down? Admittedly I don't know any
>one personally who would strike at revenge that bad,
>but even still on a basic level (sense of rejection.
>your story (in all of this I mean 'THE CONFESSION') is
>therefore sort of a worse monster in that we all can
>see parts of our selves in it. Edger Allen Poe was a
>master of realistic villains ('tell tale heart', 'cask
>of Amontillado'). You are by far not a Poe, but you
>did at one point have a small sliver of his power.
>
>This little short work brings you back to your roots
>of the Saturday night B-movie, formulaic and
>predictable. I do not fear you, for I know you cannot
>hurt me.
>
>I encourage you to keep writing. it is al the very
>least entertaining. Hopefully you your writing will
>improve,then once you graduate from high school, if
>you still have the drive for fiction I strongly
>encourage you to study writing and philosophy, to
>better your art. I wait hopeful that you will write
>the next horror novel. I do so enjoy a fun story.
>
>Good day
>>I see I am getting too some of you, Your starting to
>>realize That I am a monster and nothing can stop me,
>>YOUR GOD made me and the only One or Thing that can
>>stop me Now is YOUR GOD. I come from the streets and
>>Gutters I AM THE "SON OF SMILNER".
>>
>>My letter to the distressed Family,
>>
>>On June the 3rd I called on you at 406-----. Brought
>>you cheesecake. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap
>>and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her.
>>
>>On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said
>>Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in
>>Westchester I had already picked out. When we got
>>there, I told her to remain outside. She picked
>>wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my
>>clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her
>>blood on them.
>>
>>When all was ready I went to the window and Called
>>her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the
>>room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and
>>tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she
>>said she would tell her mamma.
>>
>>First I stripped her naked. How she did kick -- bite
>>and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in
>>small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms.
>>Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass
>>was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her
>>entire body. I did not fuck her though I could of,
>>had I wished. She died a virgin."

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