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| Profession: subject for immoral and diabolical experiments. |
| Hobbies: writing romantic poetry. |
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| Hi, I am Frankenstein's monster. I don't have to tell you that I am ugly, any one can see that. On the other hand, beauty is only skin deep, and what we don't see is often more important. Yes, I am innately good at heart, a darling, so to speak. And I am kind and compassionate to all living things. Yet, when people see me coming they run away, or throw stones at me, or call the police. Have they no compassion of their own? Don't they know that they are hurting my feelings? Do they think I will bite off their heads, rip out their tongues, or slowly and painfully strangle the life out of them? Ridiculous! I am a saint, a peace loving pacifist . . . Okay, I strangled my masters brother, and set his wife on fire burning her alive. I admit it. But any one can make a mistake. I only did it to get my Masters attention. He ignores me, pretends he does not know me, as if he did not create me in the first place. It's horrible! After all, I am not asking for much. All I want is to be accepted, that he holds me in his arms awhile and softly whispers, I love you. I won't bite. God! I need attention! You don't know what it is like to be shunned and hated, to be spat on, or given electro-shocks, your lungs pumped full with preservatives. It is pure Hell! |
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