ShagmoorLounge

October 27, 2005

Motherfucking sons of bitches down the street are fucking killing me. Last night they had the whole fucking street blocked off for some fucking bullshit. Tonight I had to park down on Cowles because they had the shit all blocked off again. I've been parking my truck inside since my favorite crack whore fucked me up. I can't even find any motherfuckers to ass kick.

Fuck I'm aggravated. Enervated. Pissed the fuck off. All of it.

I have to chill out. I've been sitting here in the cave trying to chill and I can't. I want to kill somebody. Slowly. I want to hear their pain and relish that I'm causing it. I want someone to feel what I feel. I want someone to feel the sharp heat of the blade as it slices open and the flesh bursts apart and the blood gushes. I want that. I want to smell the fear of my prey as it whimpers and twists in agony and the aniticipation of more agony.

I'm in a sick fuck mood. I can't find anybody. Fucking Dickie and Sleeves are in bot town with the racers. GB and Miss Ennui are holed up somewhere fucking their brains out. My wife is so pissed at me she split and I fucking can't find her anywhere. I even called Miss Dolittle. She told me to come over and have dinner with her and the parents. It was so fucking funny. I can't even imagine it. Perfect Mom and Great Dad and Miss Dolittle in the spotless dining room with the classical music in the background. And then there's me. Sitting there with a spotlight over my head. Hey, howzitgoin? Don't worry, sir. I don't want to fuck your daughter. Of course I'm the only straight man on the planet who doesn't, but pure as the driving snow ain't my thing. I like my chicks to know some shit. I'm no one's teacher. I could give her pops a heart attack. I could give her mom a nice hard fuck, though. Guess we all know where little miss gets it.

Strike that. Just kidding. I'm a pig. I'm a pig and I'm alone. I'm a brother to darkness and alone. Okay. It's cool. Here I blog. There I work. Why? Because it's work. Work, work, then work some more and when you come up for air the feelings will be gone and the weather has changed.

The Shadow knows 12:37 AM
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