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Fait Accompli - Story 1

Twisting winding ever grinding, this long metallic blade. From razor's tip to razor's hilt, there's no telling how many Men, Women and Children I've killed. I get such a rush of adrenaline hearing the screams of anguish and pain, I'm driving down a winding road now, through stormy wind and rain. My Hair as Blond and Vibrant Yellow as a Springtime Daisy, my mind twitches and thrusts back to the past, "They Called Me Lazy!" My Eyes as Blue as the Crystal Seas, The women I torment, There all such Bitches and Cock Tease, that even on their knees, they never truly give me pleasure or ease. Please in the sense of sexual gratification, "This God Damn Pain In My Chest, Feels Like A Fucking Ton!" A weight I bare but cannot share, for burden is mine and mine alone, I begin to veer off the road, "What is this horrid tone!?" I feel a wetness from the depths of my Ears, Blood I see running down the side of my face in the rear view mirror, "Ha ha ha, It appears I'm only Killing myself through expression of my own deepest fears. Bottle it up and don't escape, my God I'm horny, I need to find a young girl to rape. One with a short skirt, stockings, and breasts like mountains, an attitude to rebel against ones parents or boyfriend, who's sexual prowess can be turned off or on like that of Drinking Fountains."

 I regain my strength and power to move on, "We Exceed Forward My Friends" I say to the decapitated heads of my neighbors Ron & Don. "Of course I have nothing with you two being Gay, but I had really hoped you'd be more like me, your Buddy and local Murderer, Ray!"

 I fucked 2 young 16 years olds, 55 times that day; "My God that was sexual gratification in only the best way." I Hog Tied them to the foot of my Bed, and Gagged their little sweet mouths shout, and used my Workman's Hammer to continuously beat them in their head. "Crissy?, Crsytal?" No answer in reply, after hours of having my way with their corpses, it was time to discard them along the side of the road, and wave "Bye Bye!"

 So again I ride this Road To Pain, "My God I Hate Seattle, and this Fucking Non-Stop Rain!"
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