It’s entirely possible to say, that it all started with “the bright light” It must have been so.
Make that “the bright light and the noise” because I have never liked noise. No. I felt “a chaos of the senses”, or at least I must have when I joined this seething mass of humanity, as even today, despite the smell of rotting flesh in my nostrils, the scent of decay and humanity breaking down {Ashes to ashes, funk to funky, Ha!} makes no difference. The noise, I can hear it, drifting across the garden with the usual irritants that accompany an English summer; humming, visceral lawnmowers, laughter and I hate the laughter but they mustn’t know that! No! Not ever! I am one of them, at least for now. The voices, oh the voices and I know voices very well – God apparently tells them what to do is a well worn phrase. But I am THE voice. For now….
So today. What happened? Apart from the most intense orgasm I have experienced in my life and believe me, I came in a way that I have only ever dreamed about because, you see, this was only a dream. Or at least thats what I thought.
Maybe I should tell you about me. But what do I say? This is a blog but not a public one – its a private thing – for me, pour moi and for my eyes only. So to whom do I describe myself? Fuck – one day, those fucking feminist witches will have me hunted down and judge me with their hideous, contemptous, venomous, judgemental fucking faces and spread their LIES!!!! They will judge me no matter what I write – its the way the FUCKING WHORES OF SATAN are made but then I don’t really want to give them fuel do I? Or do I? FUCK THEM!!!!! I am calm now – the post orgasmic calm is back – can I go again? Can I? The blood must be still warm and the bitch looks almost serene and sexy. Ironic that she had to die before looking that way but hey, shit happens. Ah well, I can’t waste an opportunity and before the bitch stiffens up, I can feel my cock stiffen up and that’s much more important. I wonder if her anus is tight…………
Turn her, she’s limp and very heavy, so much heavier then I remember when she would get astride me and ride me hard. but of course, its all very different now. Especially for her – she wouldn’t let me fuck her arse, the bitch. I hinted, cajoled and worked on her, trying to persuade her that it would make us closer, oh yes, that one, that it would somehow make us stronger as a couple but she wouldn’t let me – “Its the wrong ‘ole darling! You can’t put it in me shitter!”, she would say. I bet she wishes she had given in now. But I guess she wouldn’t have – would it have saved her sad life if she had? Fuck, no. I was always going to kill the BITCH CUNT. But now, she’s primed with my hard dick going in her arse – one of the bonuses in killing a bitch must be no need for lube as she is really rather moist – FUCK! She is leaking shit all over my prick!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!! I FUCKING HATE HER! WHERE IS THE KNIFE!!!!!????
I really must remember that the BITCHES will leak – its the way they are made with more holes than your average pitch and putt. But I cut her again – it made me feel soo good as even within her wretched deathlife , the BITCH CUNT ruined my fucking shag. Note to self – next time you want to bugger a corpse, might be ready for a wholeload of shit to find in your lap – funny, as its the same as the relationship always was!
I still haven’t said much about me – maybe I am too preoccupied with getting rid of this mess. But there is time for all of that – no cunt knows about her and nobody really knows me, or if they do, I will have to deal with that.
I am signing off now – I need to rest now as work tomorrow and I don’t want those fucks to think I have been drinking, or murdering……………
The Shirley Slasher 