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Death Eternal

Smith and Wesson’s cool steel kisses my right temple. I cock the hammer. The slow clicking of the cylinder’s turn is amplified through the barrel into my ear. Finger resting on the trigger; and I reminisce. Striking that young maiden and the bright red trickle from her cheek, giving my flesh the appearance of eternal youth. How lovely it was to immerse in the warm blood of so many young virgins sacrificed for my vanity. And being left to die alone in my castle. What a waste. In my lust for recognition I relished in terrorizing the streets of London. What a rush it was to baffle the authorities, putting my handy work on display; artistically arranging the bodies for my twisted desire. They say it was around twenty women strangled and mutilated, if they only knew the real number. But that passion weaned quickly. In my urge for a grandeur macabre I overdosed on heroine in hopes being able top that in my next incarnation. As Feuer of an entire nation the delegation of wholesale slaughter didn't quite measure up to the ecstasy of someone else’s existence being extinguished through my own hands. The era of free love lent to an easy spree of killings in northern California. In my need for some recognition, I teased the authorities with cryptic messages; to this day and my great disappointment they have not been able to decipher. The most that came out of it was a marriage of Clint Eastwood and Hollywood in the name of Dirty Harry. Hugging my finger to the trigger giving it a strong, swift pull I can’t help but wonder, how do I achieve a higher satisfaction than when I delivered the Kiss of Death, sacrificing the Son of God for just a few shillings? "Everything Halloween Contest"

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Date: 10/1/2013 7:16:00 PM
Brilliant. You touch on death like the Rolling Stones in "Sympathy for the Devil". I can feel steel upon my neck from Jack the Ripper to Hitlers pogrom of annihilation of the Jews all wrapped up in some Guiana punch. Delicious. Pass the mescaline please. ~Kilmer
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lori hopkins
Date: 10/1/2013 9:00:00 PM
wow! well THANK YOU what a complement !! oh, if you think that's delicious you outta try my TOMATILLO LIME BUTTERMILK CUPCAKES~ topped with lime buttermilk cream cheese butter cream. ohhhhhya ~lori
Date: 9/8/2013 8:37:00 PM
"Smith and Wesson's cool steel kisses my right temple" damn girl you really know how to rock it from the first line all the way through :)
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lori hopkins
Date: 9/8/2013 9:37:00 PM
thank you! it was really a fun one to pen :) ~lori