Marquis De Sade's Society

Skoolmarm wuncet tole me bowt a stoont's essay: the Easter Bunny come by and leff a baskit fulla barf on the doorstep. Thin thar'z the screamin'-faced babydoll I saw recintly hangin down the inside of a car winder: its fingertips wuz pinched in the tip o the clozed winder. And o course, yew'z seed them candy eyebawlz in stores rown Halloween seezn. Seemz like it awl startid back in bowt '94 with them skulls on awl manner o fabrix fer men: ah cawl it the Gladiator-Game Syndrome. Iss a obseshn with the vile and the pyootrid.

Ah happin ta luv varmints, speshly coonz. Bowt 2 yeerz uhgo ah wuz hartbroke n sickened ta find 2 o them darlinz dead by the side of the road near mah howse: they had bin horribly mangled (evidintly at the same time), so ah cood hardly restrain my teerz---or my fyoory---when ah jiss done cum acrosst this here "toy":

Shoah II, here we cum...