I abandoned my old-life three years ago. A boring business, I had
made my million by forty; divorced my cunt wife - severed links with
my spoilt shits...And was native by fifty three totally free from
things, meaningless things and people with there loathsome opinions
and vacuous lives. However make no mistake I'm am no tramp, I avoid
the soup-kitchen slums and bums like the plague, a tiresome
bunch...To tender - weak will, not worth the stinking flesh they
fill - fucking waste of...I foraged for berries, mushrooms, climb trees, fences set traps
about the woods about the streets alleys anywhere, picking of birds
as I hid in a shrub, booming echo of my shotgun, as pigeons fell
from the sky. I was evading the police after my brutal attacked on
a “homelessman” - manslaughter not my meat, but I left him
there bleeding in the gutter about a week ago. I’ve since been
eluding helicopters and other obnoxious inanities of this modern
world, under a cold pale sky. Yesterday after a seven mile slope across the moors, I broke
into rich garden estate not dissimilar to my own I used to own, now
disowned. I shot the gardeners point blank and a dog, skinning it
in the garage for later. Before breaking into the house. The
comforts disgusted me, superfluous rich rubbish, expensive
commodities. I discharged two barrels into an ageing couple as they
slept. The white smoke clearing as I dragged the corpses from the
bed - the warm tempting bed with, the silk sheets flecked with
blood and black pellet holes - enticing pink whore comfort. I climb
in and slept for an hour; before being rudely woken by the sound of
sirens...I couldn’t return now - not home not here, the drawing
in of helicopters overhead buzzing like lazy flies...no not now not
with the fire I had just started, that licked through the mansions
estate. So I reloaded the shotgun, and left in a blaze of fire.
I enjoyed this. Tremendously.
ReplyDeleteHow do the intrepid subscribe to your blog?
I'd rather not subscribe by email, particularly since I never check my email. I could add you to my bookmarks, but I have, at modest estimate, at least 56, 987 bookmarks (and that's only on Firefox. I haven't bothered to see how many I have on Chrome, Safari and I.E.).
I prefer Google Reader, as it links me to you directly from Blogspot, whenever I happen to wander over here & dust off my blog.
Thanks Lori, glad you enjoyed. Speak soon.
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