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Hunting the last taboos



   "Minister of Parliment in Hermaphrodite

   Beastiality Scandal!"



Armed with multimedia savants



   Tenyearold reads overmommy's shoulder



We stalk through Prague dungeons



   "What's a hermaphrodite, mommy?"



And scour Peoria's neighborhoods



   "Run along, you, upstairs now!  Play your 'It's

   Pat!' vid, your Elton John, just scram!!"





Hunting the cutting edge news



   "Undead Satanist Charged With Suicide of Himself, Twelve

   Disciples" she reads



We name the victims



   Thankful the child is banshed upstairs in play



Protect the perpetraters alleged



   Launches her "Terrorize Thy Township" videogame



To have done bestselling things



   Selects "Death By Vibrator", surfs her demon rooms





Hunting the wildest views



   The child ambiguously sleep, dreaming of nothing



Nothing shocking enough



   "Sleepwalking Transgender Tyke Rescues Comatose

   Bondage Queen Sexaddict Mom From Horrible Internet

   Stalkin Death" the next day brings



We, the law-abiding penetrable mist



   Idi Amin's ghost yawns through



We are unimpressionable readers



   But his ghost agrees with our insides





Hunting the newest of eyes



   Idi thinks, "Sex Death Orgiasts Perish By the

   Score in Chunnel Bus Convoy Smashup, Fouryearold

   Cult Abuse Victim is Sole Survivor" was much better



We'll make mincemeat



   "Takes me back to the old days", he muses



Out of the competition



   "Dahmer taught us all about terror..."



We'll make a killing on NASDAQ



   "...It makes a great marinade"





Hunting the bravest of lies



   Two uneventful days later hero Tenyearold

   is abducted by a vengeful Parliment fugitive



The most tragic terrible events



   De-hermaphrodited, brainwashed into a feral

   state, infected, battered then dissected



Irreducible, mesmerizing



   The newspapers come out again



Twentyfour point type



   Completely blank this day