It reads like poetry. It's the beginning, middle and end of a very deep and tragic story that's stranger than fiction could ever be. An act so horrific that it sounds more like a legend than clipping from a newspaper article. It draws you in and repulses you at the same time, but either way it sticks in your mind. It's the kind of thing that makes you want to crack a joke in self-defense.
I have to wonder how this kid's problems could have been overlooked. I doubt this was the first clue that something was really, really wrong with him. Just a hunch, but you probably work up to creating abstract organic art with your murdered mother's body parts.
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