Rummaging through condemned buildings
in my provided me with a large stock pile of old linoleum tiles. The
tiles were not attractive or useful for anything. Well, with the
exception of my throwing it into bums fires. By standing away from
them I got to enjoy the show.
Burning the tiles released phosgene
gas, mustard gas. They would trample over each other trying to escape
the immediate fumes. I'd come back at 12 hour intervals to see how
many had begun to bleed from the eyes or who was coughing blood. By
the time the blisters appeared, they'd be dying.
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