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Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kill someone? I have. For someone I've always visualized myself getting robbed or something and then bashing the perp's head in with my grandmother's 90 year old, family heirloom, 6-pound, cast-iron, frying pan. And then making some bacon, because they robbed me in the wee hours of the morning and I figure I'll get an early start. Go to the flea market, get a manicure. Then come home to the bloody body still on my floor, cut him up, feed him into a food processor and feed him to stray cats. Weird right? No wonder people think I'm insane. Oh well.

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Hello There, I am Dodo. If you know personally, you know very well that that is not my real name, but, think it should be at times. Anyway, this entire blog is basically based on the principal of me, the homosexual with many possible illnesses, gabbing about my odd, sometimes humorous, sometimes outlandish, sometimes sick, sometimes twisted, sometimes dark, and sometimes demented thoughts. Well, goodbye for now. Toodles!