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| He killed his parents and ate them for dinner. I know you won't believe me, but he literally did this. He was a teenage glue sniffer from Great Neck, New Jersey. He killed his parents with a .38 revolver, one bullet for each of them. His mother's stunned expression, and so on. Then he laid them out side by side on the kitchen floor. He had no desire to conceal the grotesque quality of his act through delicate cookery. Pulling a fishing knife from his back pocket, he held his father's arm across his knee and stripped off the skin. He cut away the muscle and sliced it into thin strips, following the grain. These he put in his mouth directly, sucking out the blood completely before starting to chew. |
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| He noticed that his father's blood tasted sour. He was afraid that it was "bad blood" containing poison. Nevertheless, there was a strength and virility in it that was by no means hidden. Abruptly he carved out his father's heart. It was slippery and hard to hold, also larger than he'd expected. He realized that he was no longer hungry. |
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