Associate Of

  If you don't feed me, fuck me, or finance me I don't give a shit what you think about me.

               Chill Babe, we are all bad in someones story.

The priest who had a taste for it's flock
Tender sheep
Boys and girls
I made a lamp out of him
And now
He is the light of the world...

The nun who shot smack from
The stolen tithing cash
I burned her to ash but her
Teeth made a fine pearly necklace...

The senator who buried
His mistress on the back nine
His skull is a goblet for my favorite wine...
 - Otep

Neck break... Pâté ...Your liver is delivered upon my plate. - L

Humans use and abuse everything on this earth and you wonder why I am a cannibal.

File:  Closed project; Operation Opossum

Relocation  facility: Euthanization suggested

Project : #13666

Military code: Apathy

Name : Belle Corsica

AKA:  Rebbelle

Age: early 20's

Sex : Female

Subject appears to be void of any feeling. The subject has the ability to speak, yet chooses not to the reasons are unknown. Subject is often found carrying a dead possum the reason is unknown; note subject gets very agitated when she can't find the dead opossum. Subject is a cannibal preferring the cheek meat, then the eyes over the rest .

 

Project #13666 was due to be relocated to a more secure compound. Due to lack of security personnel on account of budget cuts, subject escaped the compound the day before she could be moved.

Her location is unknown.

Identifying marks, the numbers 13666 are tattooed just under the hairline on the back of her neck.

                                                                            

To: BelleCorsica
From: TylerDurden
Sent: Nov 06, '19 02:48
Subject:

Tyler's jaw drops

I have heard of you. You hand out human jerky don't you child?

To: TylerDurden
From: BelleCorsica
Sent: Nov 06, '19 02:53
Subject:

She cocked her head to the left and looked at the man they called Tyler Durden as she handed him a piece of jerked meat. After all she thought he sought her out and mentioned her human jerky he must of wanted a piece.

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 I mug If I feel like it. Your finger may be on the trigger, but your trigger finger is mine. To make a person fear death for defending themselves against your actions does not equate respect for your position.