Drug Addicts

In earlier postings Skreeworld has commented on our dislike of La Strada cafe in Frome. You couldn't get a real breakfast and a mug of tea, no, just a croissant! History has shown that you can't fight the Nazis on a croissant and a cup of coffee for breakfast. Here we come to the point. This shop is openly selling coffee. The 'junkies' carry the filth away in disposable card cups, some even have the ordasity to, not just sit inside doing thier drugs but hang out on the pavement, openly getting high. These 'caffed' up monsters just don't care about anyone trying to go about thier daily buisness, they block cheap street, off thier heads on the filth and block normal folk from getting through. The building is painted a morbid and deathly black and, as I' sure you know, La Strada is european for street, deriving from the transylvanian word La Satanstrada, the street of evil, the street of pure unadulterated filth is the literal translation. If you see anyone you know sat there, dragged in to the evilcult, briskly walk by, do not make eye contact and restrict any communication to a physical kick or punch if one of the 'caffed' up caf addicts tries to talk. The drug causes stress, extreme paranoia, insomnia, sexual perversion, degeneracy followed by a gradual yet swift desent in to death where the soul of the 'cafhead' is tortured for eternity by a series of progressively more malavolent Demons, each bringing more creative and fiendish tools forged of rusted iron and all the bone that was stolen from the slugs way back at the begginning of creation, and that is one fuck of a lot of bone. After this period of eternal torment, the 'cafhead' or La Strada user will be offered the choice, to reincarnate as the stool or dropping of a stray dog in central Kabul or the chance option. The chance option has many possible outcomes but one that turns up more often than the 42 ball in the national lottery is the Slug Ocean. The Slug Ocean is infinite and makes our Atlantic and Pacific mere ponds. Here in the Slug Ocean, each slug will seek to infiltrate you in all manners for the theft of thier bone that you had been tortured with in the first eternal stage of 'CafHell'.
So be wary, stick to tea and the Market Cross.