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PLEASE EXCUSE THE STINK OF ART FAGGOTRY & WELCOME TO HELL

You know one of these days you're walking along and on a whim, a directed whim, a whim as directed as a voice heard across a crowded parking lot that you THINK is saying "look down," and you do, look down, that is, and you see at your feet $20. Or $20 and a gun. Or at the very least a way, a rebus toward getting the same and you think/wonder did God lead me here?

Yes, Virginia, He did.

And so it is that we stumbled across this totall non-load related site that, if one only has the eyes to see, is a pretty perfect blueprint for all manner of dangerous insanity because it details? Locales of prior dangerous insanity and so whether you believe, like Stephen King in getting drunk and getting hit by cars OR that evil is phenomenological and can be tied to a place, this site is like one giant fucking Yahoo map to places to go if you're totally batshit crazy and are looking for a hideout for the totally batshit crazy.

So be it in underground caverns in NY, or deserted mental institutions near garbage dumps you're treated to a travelogue of place and space where you can hide bodies, store hidden bodies or lure bodies to be hidden. The genius of these places are that you can also probably just KILL anybody [SkullGame assumes no responsibility for batshit crazies that think that God led them to killing THROUGH this page, however] you find there already because they are already most clearly insane. Well, either that or art students. In any case, they should probably meet the same end: just because your wrist told you so.