Tuesday, May 5, 2009 1:11:15 AM
What a great B-day party I had
. I live in Las Vegas,(Sin City
)Nevada.The perfect city for a serial killer!Thousand's of people come here to indulge in their malicious endeavors,gambling,drinking,prostitution and drug's lots of drug's.They are all so ignorant they don't understand, no matter what, you are going to lose.Your Money(gambling),your liver(drinking),get aids(from the whore's)Overdosing(the drugs),suicide (from depression),Homicide-Murder(from ME!!)Yes, either way your going to lose! I aim to please!!You are easy prey and I will feed off of you.
I went to the Strip clubs in my limousine. To collect six victim's to come to my party. I offered free drugs, free booze,and a free ride to the hottest party in Vegas at my house.It took me less than an hour to convince these people to get in the limo, drink the free Champagne,smoke the dope and pass out from the nitrous-oxide I Quietly pumped into the rear compartment.Assholes
By the time the gas wore off I had stripped and chained each Victim to a chair bolted to the floor at a dinner table.They were in my lair my dungeon 40 feet below ground.Each disorientated/confused with a party hat on, staring at my birthday cake in the center of the table.I had already cut off their tongues(I hate to be interrupted) and shot them up with morphine to prevent shock.I don't want to go into too much detail, lets just say I boned them,gutted them and fed them into a meat grinder one by one while the others watched awaiting their turn. Oh what a wonderful party.I'll call it my six-pack party
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The next day I went downtown and treated the homeless people with a picnic in the park, free all you can eat spicy homemade Barbecue sandwiches, they all thanked me, some even suggested I open my own Smoke house BBQ restaurant. I even fed a couple of local cop's looking for a free meal.They each had three sandwiches.
Hey maybe I will open a restaurant. There is plenty of free meat in Las Vegas that no one will miss.Why shouldn't I make a profit? I do so much like seeing the smiles
on each face as they gulp down my special sandwiches.
A restaurant was my alibi in the beginning,maybe a restaurant will be my alibi until the end.Who knows maybe it will be a franchise and you will be able to try my original recipe?
Oh, well one can only dream.Sorry, I must go now someone has made the mistake of knocking on my front door and I must deal with them.
KILL! KILL! KILL!
With LOVE,
XOXOXO
Monday, April 27, 2009 10:44:43 PM
I never knew I was Special,different from the norm. No I thought everyone could remember being born. I can remember every day of my life,all 18,275 days,50 year's, Yes today is my birthday!
I can remember.It all started on my second birthday,two years old, Happy Birthday, yeah!! Bullshit!!My Dad got drunk,had his fucked up friends over for poker night,on my Birthday. Their poker night lasted three day's,Fuck my Birthday It was celebrated four days late. I was pissed off if I would have had the physical ability I would have killed some Fucker's that weekend, but I was only two years old.
It was strange,now when I think back I realize my dad was lucky I couldn't reach the medicine cabinet. Because for the next couple of years I thought how easily I could have murdered him if only I could have reached the medicine and put my mom's sleeping pills (50) into his orange juice and vodka. It would have looked like suicide and it would have put him out of my misery. No such luck, I had to tolerate his bullshit for 33 years before I killed him,wait I'm getting ahead of myself.
My first kill was a bonus round, Yes folks it was a two for the price of one.double homicide,dressed up to look like a accident.I was five years old and finally found out what a beautiful thing it was to kill and get away with it. Before I killed them I had to find other ways to get rid of My Anger,My Frustration's,My Rage!! I would steal books of matches from my dad and burn things,I would put my problems into the fire and watch them burn, it was the only way to release the madness that boiled inside me.Fire, how wonderful the flames would burn the hatred I had inside of me. I would light matches at first to discover its magic,Then I progressed to whole books of matches, soon it was not enough! I had to burn more things, the fires had to consume more and more to keep up with my emotional state.
I would crawl into the hedges of our next door neighbors,it was my secret place.There was a void between the hedges and the front of their house, a space big enough for a small child and his matches I could burn things there and know one could see me. How wonderful and glorious it was to have my own space to practice my beginning. But, No Fuck No, the stupid bitch next door neighbor
Lady had been watching me she discovered my spot, my space, she told my Parents about my activities. The stupid whore, I had to eliminate her she was a threat she wanted to take away my only place on earth that I could find peace of mind.
I over heard my Dad telling my Mom that the old bag next door had the nerve to say I was playing with matches in her hedges,my Mom started to cry.My Dad stood up for me, he told the lady to go Fuck herself,hell my Dad saved me.I guess it was fate or luck, because three years ago I was going to Kill the Bastard and now He protected me, he saved me. I guess I would keep him around, just for situations like this one. But now I had to be careful and I would have to seek revenge, that Bitch was going to pay for her mistake,snitch on me, now you must Die!!
Timing was crucial, planning was a must.It took two weeks to set in motion the first of many Murder's.It had to look like an accident.My Dad like clock work was a creature of habit.He would get drunk and have poker night weekend every other week and the other week it would be kiss my mother's ass weekend to get forgiven for the previous poker night weekend. He would make reservations for a nice restaurant and take us all to dinner at exactly seven o'clock Friday night.
So my plan centered around this precise schedule.
At 6:50 pm Friday night,ass kissing weekend I snuck into old ladies garage,lit some newspapers on fire, knocked over a five gallon can of gas and jumped into the back seat of my Dad's Lincoln Continental just as my parents came out of the house. We drove off to dinner and did not return for two hours.
When we arrived at our home the neighborhood was full of people, watching the firemen finishing up, putting out the last hot spots. It seems while we were out to dinner our neighbor's house caught on fire and the old hag and her husband both died in the fire.
The police came over to my dad and told him that they had a police report from the old bag two weeks ago stating that she suspected me of playing with matches in her bush's.My dad told them about the hag accusing me,and that he told her to Fuck off. I was a good boy who did not play with matches.He told them we had been at dinner since seven o'clock and they called the restaurant to verify that this was true.The next day the police picked up a teenage bully from the neighborhood and pinned the arson/homicide on him. Ha what a dumb ass.
What a beautiful feeling it was to get away with this murder, two for the price of one !!
Well I got to go for now, after all it's my Birthday,the big Five-0 and I need to celebrate, blow off some steam, do some killing to relieve my feelings.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
With LOVE
XOXOXO
My Opera
