Sometimes, she lays awake screaming.
Four witnesses have viewed her in the Scream Trance; two of them are now dead, one is currently a patient in the State Mental Health Prison, and the other is in a coma.
But, on the subject of she... it is quite a sight to see her with her spine stretched out tight, and straight, pulsing with nervous spasms, while she emits shrieks of extreme pain and mental anguish!
Now, as she is screaming as I write, I plan on stopping her horrendous noise in the manner which seems to be the best... and most satisfying. I\'m going to kill her. I don\'t know how yet, but a plan should come to me any moment... ...
Yes! I have the solution!
I cannot write as i do it, so I shall return momentarily and describe to you fully the act... ...
Whew! I\'m back...
It was wonderful, and quite colorful, too, I might add. The screaming has stopped.
The act itself, the murder, was very spontaneous, due to my disturbing pleasure in torture, but, my disposal of the problem is now c
THE SADISTS CLAW
The Sadist\'s Claw
The soothing, painfully gratifying sting of the whip engulfed the masochist\'s nervous system with a feeling similar to the kind one could achieve in suburbal orgasmia.
\"You, fool,\" scolded the masochist, \"Not enough pain! I need more pain now!\"
\"Of course you do,\" calmly spoke the sadist. He turned to his assistants, \"Bring on the hydro-flouric acid... oh, yes... and bring me The Claw!\"
\"The Claw! Yes! The Claw!\" shouted the masochist.
The Claw was a silver shimmering hand of incision. It was the size of a regular hand and was complimented with three inch razor sharp needles, which were hollow, at the fingertips. Fire emerged from the tips whenever a penetration of flesh was made. It had an inscription on it that read \"Inquiry of the Faith is the soothing element\".
The sadist pulled on The Claw and smiled.
\"Hurry up you bottom-dweller!\" screamed the masochist.
\"Of course,\" spoke the sadist. He felt the masochist had some sadistic tendencies of his ow
Johnny Makes RED
Johnny Makes Red
Johnny could not understand why the RED was flowing from his hand; he had meant to make Jeremy RED. Johnny clenched the axe and swung, severing Jeremy\'s leg, \"I make BIG RED, Jeremy,\" Johnny said.
But Jeremy couldn\'t hear him. He had gone to see the \'RED MAN who is mean to BAD BOYS\'. Johnny had thought he just went night-night.
Johnny made People Bacon and set it to smoke in the Big Smoker. The one Daddy uses to smoke \"guests\".
\"Boy,\" a woman\'s voice came from behind, \"Whats you be doin\'?\" It was Mommy, \"I thought I smelled it... mmm mmmm... Fresh Bacon!\" She walked in and Johnny put his hands over his face shyly and giggled. \"Is that some sorta animal ya killed? Bones are awful big?\" said Mommy.
\"No Mommy, Jeremy Bad Boy and went RED and went night-night then go bye-bye!\"
Mommy thought for a moment then said, \"Well, Boy, looks like we\'un gonna hafta thinks up a good ex-plain-nation for little Jeremy there\'s Father.\"
\"Well Mommy, he\'s Red and
Rico squatted over the decayed pile of shredded matter he had found aside the train tracks. He didn\'t know what to think of it; it smelled of rootted meat but appeared to be some sort of sea-weed, except it glowed a flourescent blue. Rico picked up a piece. It felt like wet hair. Ii suddenly seemed to move within his hand and the entire pile sprung upon Rico, wrapping itself around his face, choking him and emmiting a rancid fluid into his mouth. He passed out.
When he awoke, the putrid sea-weed was gone but Rico\'s mind was filled with horrendous arguing voices. He arose, aware that his movement seemed to be under the control of an unseen force. The voices continued. He felt as if three separate views of one thing had been produced in his mind by three separate things of one view. When these thoughts fused together with Rico\'s dislogic a powerful confusion overtook him.
Forcefully, he looked down upon the train tracks and deducted that the converging point where
Joey Makes People Bacon
Joey Makes People Bacon
Joey was wondering...
He had just experienced RED and it was warm and wet and coming from his friend Mikey\'s tummy. Joey thought that was funny, but he was also a bit scared because Daddy would be coming home soon and Joey had used one of Daddy\'s knives when he had been told again and again not to.
Joey\'s little mind worked very hard now. He was going do what he sees Daddy do whenever \"guests\" are kept in the barn. So joey got some plastic bags, the axe and skinning knives off of the shelf...
Joey was going to make People Bacon.
He had never done this before but he wanted to do a \'Good Thing\' for Daddy so he wouldn\'t get in trouble. And, if Daddy saw that Joey could make People Bacon, then maybey Daddy would think he was becoming a \'Big Boy\' and maybe even let Joey play with...
THE BIG KNIVES!
Joey prepared to cut the slices and reflected back upon killing little Mikey. Mikey was a \'Bad Boy\'... Even Daddy said so once.
Joey slashed down ans slit off
She sat curled up in her corner of the room.
Many woman meandered about carelessly... and some, quite carefully.
She watched one woman who laid upon the floor, rolling from one end to the other and back, all day long. She knew she was crazy, and that was to her advantage, for the rest of them belived themselves quite sane.
Suddenly, a shriek of horrific anguish and gargling filled the room. She turned to see a woman ripping her hair out in raw bloody clumps screaming, \"Let it out! Stop! I begat Ye Magnon!\" The woman then melted into a pool of putrescent mold and reshaped into the rising figure of a very tall, dark and sinister monk with sharp jagged characteristics.
He pointed at her, \"Ye!\" came a booming voice, The figure glided slowly to her as she began screaming. She was more insane than she thought. \"SILENCE!\" the room fell quiet, \"I am Magnon. You are Rokan. I am your King!\"
Vague memories. My name... Rokan? Magnon? My King?
Rokan was dumbfounded. She closed here eyes and
~by Dennis Aloisio
Although I'm searching for some words
yet as of now they can't be found
My mind is quick and is alert -
yet at the same time seems to pound
Into the depth of memory
I take a deep subconscious plunge
I find the answer - then I flee
But still it won't roll off my tongue
A voice from deep within protests,
"Look further - try again you jest -
the answer lies with me at rest;
It slumbers peacefully."
Awake the Memory lying Latent!
Lead it back to Thoughts Foundation!
Take it slow and bring your patience.