Torn to Pieces

evening all

In the dark depths of the cellar I found an old, rotten, spider infested bag, covered in a thin layer of dust and a thick layer of neglect.

Steven,

How could we forget you, we've poked you, prodded you, stuck needles into you, disembowelled you, re-embowelled you, played hide and seek with your limbs, juggled with your internal organs, squirted fluid into you, drained fluid back out,

on reflection, perhaps we'd have got more work at children's parties if we'd stayed with the traditional ventriloquism act...

night all

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