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Chapter 4: Horcruxes

Now I'm fucking sorting through index cards. I'm making sketches of the prototypical pussy creases that are associated with the various classes. It's a finite number that is currently confidential until my autobiography is released. I will quiz myself endlessly until mastery. But what I can state is that each class is divided into sub categories . Each sub categpory is made up several of the many flavor of quarks there are - see your local particle physics textbook. This is a deep fuckin theory, man. You gimme me a fuckin pussy crease and I'll make you something outta it, in fact I'll make a detailed composite sketch of the bitch head to toe..OH! I see pussy creases in clouds. That's not a fucking Grim, that 's fucking Nicole Sheridan with a new clit ring (barbell, 4 millimeters) READ MY FUCKING BOOK, COCKSUCKER! Anyway I can see Christ and he is sitting just behind me on the couch. If I sit here any longer and continue, I will indeed turn into the Lawnmower Man or my soul will tear sufficently to make a Horcrux. Gute nacht.