Spam Literature Part III

And this had caused another memory to resurface: finishing William Goldings Lord of the Flies at the age of twelve on a hot summer day, going to the refrigerator for a cold glass of lemonade.

dont scream (yes scream) scream and it will be over scream and it can end (never never going to end not until Im dead that kids no match for the goddess) Paul oh Christ are you dead already? His attention had been focused only on finding a way to get the bitch out of her grave without cheating before Annie decided to inspire him by giving him an enema with a handful of Ginsu knives.

I think that's the best one yet. You can feel the sheer anger oozing from the page.