you are a quack

Feeling: bummed
i'm different, but i blend in quite nicely. gotta try harder! --- today i finally blew it i hit her and she split her lip i couldnt stand the sight of her anymore her bleeding black and green droplets made me think of death and unclean perverted thoughts i made her stop bleeding by hitting her cheekbones and her shoulders i rather like the bruises more i think! when i was done with my chores i phoned a taxi i cut her with my longsaw into neat and exact pieces and hid some of them all around our house like inside the toilet tank or behind our laundry machine even a couple in the coffee maker i bought for her for our last anniversary she made me so mad mad with fear and love and passion she was so good to me whispering hot sultry words into my sore ears she made me into a lusty animal couldnt have that that goddamned whore she overruled my thoughts and raped my independent tendencies away from me like it was all about her and her needs not mine i regret smashing her face in with our icebox i should have taxidermized her and hung her on my bedframe wall but as they say "water under the bridge"
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