Birth(+)Fact(x)Death(-) Calendar
The audience entered the space through a glass door. Then I tied a thin rope to the outside of the door lay down on the ground and tied my feet to two posts on the street. The other end of the rope I swallowed. The performance stopped when someone opened the door from the inside.
(27 August 1995)
There are 3346 births, 3884 deaths, 1122 murders, 492 disasters and 2018 other events about 5697 people in 6343 places until today.
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BirthFactDeath (x) Thursday 27th of September 1888 136 years ago They Won't Fix Him Yet |
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 Unidentified serial killer Jack the Ripper writes his 'Dear Boss' letter to the Central News Agency in London, Greater London, United Kingdom. Dear Boss, I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha. The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck. Yours truly Dont mind me giving the trade name PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I'm a doctor now. ha ha |
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