11.4.20




the big black boogetyboo man returned casually  casually   selfassured that the prior time was so fuckin easyitd bewhy wouldnt it be easy again as if it were some kind of a game  a perverted series standing 1-up in his favour thinkin  maybe  the best of three

stupid dumb fuck
                   this time the hatchet wasnt on the cabinet to the right of the bed  not the buck knife either an again flat on his back  when his hands went upnot in fists this time openhanded  he grabbed him by the throat and yanked him on top the bedon top of him an as he yank him down in a queer-making-love embrace spasmodic  handsgroping feeling Wheres your cockbitch a free hand went to the bedstand to his left where the buck was unsheathed  it lay beside the hatchet  he grabbed it  spit Cunt in his ear  Boogetyboo cunt I got a little sumptin for ya
                                                                                                         he slammed the buck up under his chinsplitting his tongue in half slammed it again forward through his sinusesagain smashing the styloid processagain the mastoidthe occipital the blade played in the pons chiasma medullasplit the pineal sliced gray matter like meatloaf

boogetyboo couldnt scream
                            his throat slit into halves hot black blood roiliedshiveredslattered  gobs and gobs that cooledcoagulated by his dying breaths 

1 – up All tied up you piece of shit

Whadayawanna make it
                          Best of fiveSeven 


he pushed boogetyboos body off of his  an then slammed the bowie through his temple to close the deal
the sheets  hot and greasy with blood and humours

he took a breath  caught some air

                                          then dragged the body into the bathroom and dismembered it in the tub

no sweat  nobodys lookin for a ghoul

ashes from his cigarettes fell on the hewed flesh

he didnt think the dogs would mind


Huh he wondered  What did the fuckthe fiend do with his body

1620,  Saturday,  11  4. 20
2253,  Saturday,  11  4. 20

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