I love Vanpires, and gouls, and zombies, and men with chain-saws, and checkard walls, and polk-a-dotted walls, and monsters, and blinking lights, and strobe lights, and fog, and bush men, and skelatons, and the dead, and ghosts, and alieans, and fake blood, and pot, and dark evil creatues, and wax, and train tracks, and people jumping out of the
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