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Originally posted by starmekitten

Didn't we both mention once the knowing when a spider is going to turn up thing after I cellophaned that battle spider in my sink?

Am I imagining that, it's 4am it wouldn't be unusual

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Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.

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Originally posted by darwin

Thomas - who is that photo? It looks very familiar.

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Ricky Kasso

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A POLICE DOG WENT MAD ON THE FOURTH OF JULY, DEEP IN THE WOODS behind
Main Street. Howling and sniffing, he found enough flesh for a fingerprint
and a pile of bones wearing denim vest, running pants, white undershorts,
Nikes. Next to the grave was a black spot on the ground where the body had
lain ten days before burial. Tissue had darkened and blood had drained. The
body sank into the earth.

Under some leaves, the worms did their work,
transfigured themselves into flies and flew off. They left bones cleaned of
flesh, full of dents from the blade of a knife. Thirty stabs? Forty stabs?
Fifty? The eye sockets were whittled. There was no face to speak of. And
these were just kids.

Over the course of two weeks, as the body became a skeleton, at least
fifteen and perhaps thirty teenagers and young adults were told of the
murder, some in great detail. A few were taken to the site, a ten-minute
walk from the quaint main drag and harbor park of Northport, Long Island,
to view the corpse, a dissolving trophy. No one breathed a word of the
killing to police, to parents, to any authorities. Finally, a girl who'd
overheard some other girls talking about it made an anonymous call to the
police.

The skeleton was Gary Lauwers, 17, a high-school dropout who had often
run away from his Northport home. The alleged murderers were Ricky Kasso,
17, and Jimmy Troiano, 18, both of whom had rejected school, home and work
for a life of streets, backyards, forts, woods, cars, boats, friends'
floor. They were bad kids of the 'burbs. They were found the next day,
sleeping in a car, and were subsequently arrested.

Kasso had been charged in April with digging up a grave the previous
fall. (Gary Lauvers was among those who watched.) In his pocket, at the
time of that arrest, was a list of the Dignitaries in Hell. In May, his
parents had taken him to Long Island Jewish Hospital: he had pneumonia.
While there, they sought to have him involuntarily committed. They'd
already tried the drug rehab route at South Oaks Hospital, to no avail.
They told the doctors of his grave digging, daily use of hallucinogens and
other drugs, suicide attempts and jokes, threatening behavior. The
psychiatrists found Kasso to be "antisocial," but not "presently
psychotic," and let him go.

Two months later, after the murder arrests, Jimmy Troiano was placed
in a special observation cell. Kasso was not. Kasso, reportedly accompanied
by chants of "Hang up, hang up" from his cell mates, did so. Troiano, who'd
been in jail before, signed a confession but later pleaded not guilty, and
now awaits trial for second-degree murder.

The crime attracted international attention, in no small part because
Suffolk County investigators said Kasso was a "member of a satanic cult"
and that a throng of chanting cultists witnessed the "sacrificial"
slaughter. The press came howling and sniffing. The throng turned out to be
as phantom as the cheering mob at Big Dan's in the rape trial in New
Bedford; and the satanic cult, the Knights of the Black Circle, turned out
to be a fading organization of cat-burning, dope-dealing delinquents to
whom Kasso was not particularly close. He did those things well enough on
his own.

The story told here is the story as seen through the eyes, and told
through the voices, of Ricky's and Jimmy's and Gary's peers. It's the story
of antisocial behavior become social, of the rules of the game in the game
of growing up. THE ACID KING

Click here if you want to read the rest

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Originally posted by Homers_pet_monkey

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Originally posted by starmekitten

Didn't we both mention once the knowing when a spider is going to turn up thing after I cellophaned that battle spider in my sink?

Am I imagining that, it's 4am it wouldn't be unusual

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Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.

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That makes no sense at all.

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“Did I leave the gas on? No! I’m – no – I’m a fucking squirrel!”

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