....I stood in the alley waiting for a victom ... The massive amounts of meth I did this morning made me feel I had the strenghth of 10 men ...........and one stoned one should be no trouble at all. ......does he have a sheepdog under his arm?...well...I can sill get him...and the little dog too! I squatted behind a dumpster and for a moment I wondered what it was like to not be a nyphomanic. If I could'nt get a piece of ass in this dark alley right now I would be overcome by the emptyness within me.... I pulled my 44 magnum the most powerful hand gun in the world...and could blow your head clean off.....(me and the gun had that in common) I released the saftey....."alright"..I said softly stepping out from behind the man who smelled like dank weed..."make my day... pull down your pants for me fine ass..........you'll be stiffing soon dead or alive"
Sweat begain to bead down my forehead as the icy caliber dictated my next move. Drop my pants? Is this a trick question? I ich at the rubber wetsuit around the color, eyes festering on the glare of the dim subway lights on the gun. Slightly tripping out, i lean closer to the gun in a daze, causing my attackers arm to recoil in seriousness. I snap out of it and slowly start taking off the teddy, eyes now on hers. What could she want with my wetsuit? She doesnt look like the underwater type. I then realize ive never only been underwater once, which is where i met my spouse, my loving canine floatation device that swam me to safety and saved my life from a botched bathtub experiment. I unzip the wetsuit slowly, and upon taking the snorkel out of my mouth, drool streams from my lips like the quivering mental patient i once was. I smirked at the thought of my escape, and how the doctors insisted id never see the city lights again, but the subway lights were my insurance of freedom.
"Are you from the hospital?", i ask with a tilted braindead gaze.
The background went black and white....froze and tilted drasticly like an alfred hitchcock film when I heard the words... ..... memories of steel tables, enema bags and high voltage engaging me in hours of pleasureless violations and penitrations. I began to studder n-n-n-n-n-n-n NO! I said gun now unsteady .. I slapped my own face hard *smack!* back to reality...that was then.. I thought...this is now! turn around I told the stranger hands on the wall! I put the gun in my waist quietly and I snorted more of the evil drug right outta the little bag w/ the straw behind my ear.....he's got a body rubber on? he turned around quickly..... I pulled the gun just as quick......
Ahhhh! nice burn! .....and theres that false sense of well being I was lacking too! I pointed the gun where I was pointed and unzipped the wet suit boy you will need this cause I'm fucking wet!....... I pulled out his cock noticing his fear...... "I'm just a crazy woman on drugs with a gun thats going to rape you ...nothing to be afraid of!" I said
"So i get to keep my wetsuit? Well what about the teddy, its my great grandmothers work uniform. It holds a certain sentimental value. Wow, lady, your eyes are more dialated then mine on sedatives, you getting out too? Those fuckers poked me with one too many sticks and im gunna... im gunhuhuh... heh... oh it'll be classy."
well.....*I pulled the hammer back CLICK!* "Its gonna happen so for obvious reasons," *looking at his dick* "I'm gonna need your full concentration on this or I'll ride your fucking nose!"
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" wrote ... {iller-D"]Yeah, this probably wont get serious, im just seeing how rediculous i can make this... Me and thrash used to do these things to people on ICQ
SHHHH!!!! Don't give up "Coming Attractions" ... I'll help in here, just give me a min ...
"You can ride my nose all day baby", not sure what that means, i decided to take a stab at the local street slang ive been deprived of for all those years. She looks serious, and dying is not what i planned immediately after my escape, well not until the feds find the bodies and force me to bare arms. Her eyes, glazed over and unsympathetic reminded me of my first victim lying on his back, staring into the clouds. As if he was waiting for the heavens to open and scoop him up like dogshit. Blasphemous! But yet, shes so calm and collected, like she has this all figured out and not expecting an outcome. Yes, she'll take what shes given and go from there. But sadly, i realize i have nothing to offer more then my possessions, unless shes into playing pong off rubber walls, i may be of service.
Heh, and i thought i was ruining a perfectly good thread...
*I looked down at the teddy, baby blue with sequence and glitter lining the front down to the wilting, discoloured crotch area where granny really showed her pioneer spirit for the community. Giving this away would surely be disrespectful, not to mention is hard to find a size 16 teddy. I notice her finger on the trigger, completely wrapped around and ready to set free my soul. Ive never been on this side of a weapon before. Its invigoration. Something is coming over me. Something, odd. Something i havent felt in a while. I look down as the feeling grabs hold. Im free, yet still contained by this wonderful peice of human invention, this liberation tool from pain. My wetsuit iches more and more.
well...then I can't go rape people dressed in the teddy!
for some strange reason I like you pal.....you seem like family to me. also....I'm too worn out....I've been awake a month... .............lets just burn one and you keep your shit and I'll keep my dirty harry gun! *squats behind the dunpster, pulls out a blunt wrap*
