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Walk into bedroom. Decapitated birds head lays motionless on the ground, staring into my soul with those barren eyes--unflinching, as if questioning me why I would sanction such a brutal ritual, in the confines of my own bed chamber of all places. Innards are strewn across the carpet. Sacrilegious. I order my dog to leave; I must be alone. To allow her eyes, ears, and mind to wander upon the thoughts of the devil would be a great injustice that I would never forgive myself for. I close my eyes. I walk backwards into a wall. I try again. I close my eyes. A delirious sequence of events play out: Im in the garden, hidden in the uncut grass, stalking my prey; I pounce and sink my fangs into the tender flesh of my victim, quenching my thirst with the crimson, life-giving nectar that seeps from its new found orifices; the birds carcass a passenger in my mouth, I leap through a window and into a bedroom; I knock over a stack of DVDs consisting of Baby Geniuses: Super Baby Geniuses 2, the Look Whos Talking boxset, and Son of the Mask; I surgically remove the head from body, ensuring that I do not sully those haunting eyes. My motivation: I am a cat, and I am an asshole. This is my design. Cat enters room, purrs, and rubs up against leg. Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 19:27:38 +0000

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