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  • Artist Info: My life sucks. My father ran off to another woman, but i didn't know she was a woman, because she looks like a man. she wears suits and smokes cigars. <br />
    My mother was crazy. She would always say that we would move when the wind changed. THen she would take all of our belongings and stuff them all, and me, in a magic carpet bag; then fly off under her unbrella to a new house to nanny some one's bratty children. This is all the while i was chained up in the dark abyss of the sufficating-peaches and onions-smelling carpet bag for hours at a time. Only getting light when she shoved some stale peice of bread or to beat me with the unbrella while i desperatly tried to suck the moisture out of the bag. Sometimes i would get a treat when one of the kids she was watching got to curios and wanted to explore her mysterious bag of tricks. Oh how i plotted and planned and dreamed of the day that i would tryumph over the woman who imprisoned me. <br />
    THen one day i got the chance. She was showing off infront of her newest batch of brats, pulling the large lamp out of her bag, when she reached in too far. I snached her arm and dragged her into the bag. While the brats watched the screaming woman being dragged into the bag, i grabbed a pickle jar(What?-it's a magic bag) and smashed it over her head. While she was momentairaly dazed, i proceeded to rip apart her fleash and fling parts of her out of the bag in a fit of furry brought on by years of tourture. I fished the keys our of the bloodied pocket of her shredded coat and unlocked the chains which had kept me from the light.<br />
    As I bounded out of the carpet bag into the sunlit room, the light blinded me for a moment and i raised a bloodied hand to block it. Thats when i noticed the two brats staring at me in the upmost terror. They were both covered in blood and entrails which i had been throwing out of the bag. And a fowl smell and a puddle on the floor showed that the boy had wett himself. I growled, then lept at them still enraged and carried away with bloodlust. The boy went down first while the girl screamed. I tore him to bits, splattering the girl and wall with even more blood. Then I turned on the girl, Taking off her head and flinging it into a wall where it hit with a sickening splat, scattering brains and more blood across the wall. Her body stood for a moment before i tore the rest of it apart.<br />
    I then lapped up some pooled blood, dog-like, before i heard some sounds down stairs. <br />
    "Mary Poppins? Are you upstairs with the children?"<br />
    Then I jumped out the window into the night.
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