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Ruse of the evil grimace also known as "Blondie"

A real hunter (and huntress), she stands five feet
and tips the scales at most one hundred pounds.

Despite looking like a little girl, her stock in trade
masks that diabolical mean mien streak evocation.

Said bipedal hominid creature haunts outer limits
of the twilight zone, where dark shadows hoover
along the edge of night spooking the missus who
turns white as a sheet temporarily immobilized.

Rumor circulates ghastly nightmarish & fiendish
creature, whose food intake subsists on liquid diet
of worms offers exemplary shoe-in character qua
zee ideal incarnation starring as lead actress within
popular television series Fear Thy Neighbor just
so occupies apartment adjacent where yours truly
and the missus live days of our lives as the world
wide web (planet earth) turns about 23.5 degrees
around an invisible axis analogously squished at
the poles courtesy hands of Jolly Green Giant -

It goes ho...ho...ho, which roaring echoes across
the cosmic realm controlling marionette like all
the Beatle browed lonely people unbeknownst
to them their omnipotent viz master of puppets
actually a bonafide muttering mixed breed dog
named Pooch, one smart canine, whose training
at the Royal and Lovely Bow Wow Barks Place
where man's best friend of all sizes and stripes
enter the select school as newborn puppies, and
endure rigorous education become highly prized

well healed hounds with scents and sensibilities
to sniff out handy dandy blues clues linkedin to
sinister intimations secreted away within demonic
dogma exemplified courtesy alluring, captivating
aging demoiselle impersonating Goldilocks whose
faux façade as a young lass, when in truth babe in
beguiling beauty at heart a cold blooded killer dead
set and capable to shapeshift in blink of an eye into
curtly vile incarnate poised to strike at my woman,
who vows to go on the warpath after being falsely

accused of stealing packages and jewelry creating
an extremely untenable environment, and just wait
until property manager Kathleen Bergen gets wind
of vicious verbal vendettas vehemently lobbed at
mine counterpart, who feels threatened as does the
author of these words, i.e. the mister re:guy whose
guise of neutrality experiences smoldering bubbling
rage against unnamed antagonistic tenant violating
the restraining order of sorts imposed on brutality,
albeit nasty invectives precipitating severe threat

to our safety goading me to craft this plea for some
altruistic, fantastic, humanistic respondent to help
us secure a much more amenable place to live here
in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania predicated on
marginal rent since I and the missus solely rely on
my social security disability monthly allotment just
enough money to meet the cost of living expenses.

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