justintfirefly
I had her entire body decorated with the small little incisions that were made with the collection of toothpicks, knives and loose teeth that I kept in my small bag. Now, for the full effect, it was time to light her up!
Miles of blood. Miles. It just kept going. And the smell. God, the smell. There were innards. There were bones. It was hell. It was lovely.
I am as near to freaking out as I've ever been. It's almost impossible to work with some of these people. I have a degree in design, so what do I REALLY know about design? Should I really be taking advice from someone who doesn't even know the primary colors?
Going into the basement, I remembered that I had forgotten to take the take out of the oven that was supposed to be made for his birthday. My son, the 15 year old runaway. Never coming back. Now all I have to do is bury him and alert the authorities!
What...a...babe. The cute little maid my family hired this summer has the face of an angel. An ass carved of stone. A head that would look beautiful mounted above my bed.
All strung out. He was trashed. Such an easy target. Should I? I mean, when one cannot defend themselves, it's considered almost sissy to bring such an end down on someone in such a state. Eh, to hell with it.
Minutes later, I lowered the rock to his forehead.
Holding my notebook that I was supposed to be writing in every day this year. I wanted to fill every single portion of white space by the end of the year. Anything, a drawing, a sketch, a poem, some fiction, some notes, some nonsense, even...Instead, I'm not even half way there...Lame.
It was fantastic. The feeling I got when I slid the fine piece of red plastic down over my face, much like a visor. The sudden burst of blood that slammed up against it was invigorating. Such an incredible rush. She was gone. Forever.
The police noticed how carefully I wrapped the guitar string around the throat of the young girl. She swung back and forth in my basement, hung up by the low e. What they didn't notice were the bridge pins that I had driven into the back of her skull...
Motherfucker I do not feel like writing. I have been given the gift of laziness today and I blame YouTube, iTunes and NBA Jam. Must work tomorrow...No good fiction today.
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