the melancholy death of the Oyster Boy (& other stories)

Voodoo Girl Her skin is white cloth, and she's all swen apart an she has many colored pins sticking out of her heart. She has a beautiful set of hypno-disk eyes, the ones that she uses to hypnotize guys. She has many different zombies who are deeply in her trance. She even has a zombie who was originally from France. But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick farther in. Roy, the Toxic Boy To those of us who knew him -his friends- we called him Roy. To others he was known as that horrible Toxic Boy. He loved ammonia and asbestos, and lots of cigarette smoke. What he breathed in for air would make most people choke! His very favorite toy was a can of aerosol spray; he'd sit quietly and shake it, and spray it all the day. He'd stand inside of the garage in te early-morning frost, waiting for the car to start and fill him with exhaust. The one and only time I ever saw Toxic Boy cry was when some sodium chloride got into his eye. One day for fresh air they put him in the garden. His face went deathly pale and his body began to harden. The final gasp of his short life was sickly with despair. Whoever thought that you could die for breathing outdoor air? As Roy's soul left his body, we all said silent prayer. It drifted up to heaven and left a hole in the ozone layer. Sue To avoid a lawsuit, we'll just call her Sue (or "that girl who likes to sniff lots of glue"). The reason I know that this is the case is when she blows her nose, kleenex sticks to her face. Stick Boy and Match Girl in love Stick Boy liked Match Girl, he liked her a lot. He liked her cute figure, he thought she was hot. But could a flame ever burn for a match and a stick? It did quite literally; he burned up pretty quick. Tim Burton.

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