CathrynRose
<font color=brown>R.I.P. Possibly Un-PC Tag, R.I.P
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I never knew my birth parents. There was a car accident. My birth mother was incinerated, and I only survived because her smoking carcass had formed a protective cocoon of slaughtered human effluence. A Belgian man and his fifteen year-old love slave were looting the accident scene, and came across a blood soaked baby, moi. They raised me to be evil. You know, that old chestnut.



Love it.







. I'm hoping its hypnosis - at least I'd have an excuse
. And I listen to it with my 15 year old - who I've sheltered from things way less bad than Lady GaGa.