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Thanks for your understanding

i don't know if this belongs here, but i wrote it ten years ago to the day:

Dear, dear friends: My interests in things exotic has nothing to do with anything remotely resembling a love of humanity; I have none. Picture a homeless museum curator in Baku taken in by a circus family, a bastard savant with a glass of dry red wine and a revolver, typing Burmese sound poetry on an Oliver #7, only to discard the pages into wastebaskets... The pages end up in the hands of a roaming group of homeless senior citizens; they think the typing is code from a hostile planet... the incident becomes legend and makes its way into Azeri schoolbooks by 1879... Satan plays violin at an asylum funeral where jittering lunatics author classics by mistake, inspired by the laudanum prescribed them... The moon howls like an earthquake... The filth is unbearable! Discarded pills fuel lifelong problems for small schoolchildren who will never figure out why they have the aversions they do... Violence at home begins with a slap on the face and ends with an axe to the neck... The wee ones make animals of vomit that buzz and growl; the groundskeeper becomes an accordion-playing hyena intoxicated from eating soil... A shadow demon whispers cold blood into grandma's candy dish as her arteries crack... The hazelnuts on the nearby trees have only errant mumblings to offer the ash fairies attending them... What is the gardener doing in the parsnips at three in the morning? Who is ringing the fucking church bell this time of night? Rabid owls are attacking! A disembodied robe is... bleeding!? The cunt of God is floating in the gravy boat ... ضالجانيك شانقولبوس عرقامبلي... the breathing becomes more heavy as the foundry's bellows is heard in the distance... the neigh of a horse amok with glee... Death sucking milk from a warty piglet... The trees are here to kill you! The devil's busboy will cut you up with vultures and feed you to the picnic baskets! Citrus fruits in a trumpet hold the keys to the sciences of the Byzantines, circa 77777 A.D.! Hydromechanics has been proven as quackery and now I fuck DaVinci's head with a seventy-pound petrified green grape, the SAME ONE beaten by Albertus Magnus' grandmother, in a rage inflamed by her last molasses failure, dear GOD... the INTERGALACTIC ELECTRONIC XYLOPHONE is now SICK with LAVA, disgorging blueberry muffins which threaten us with death by milk crate! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

avid horror death unconventional odd and ugly lover…are there any museums or attractions ANYWHERE? that mirror these interests?!