another time he introduced himself as John Wayne. when the girl had laughed and asked 'like the cowboy?' he had said, 'no, like the killer,' and hit her in the temple with a tire iron before she could run.
creature of observation he is. flush in the cheeks, twiddling fingers, an inability to take a compliment. negligent parents and a just—achiever in high school. blood's in the water and it smells like wine, it's dripping in a trail behind the rocking of heels, sings like
hi—hats when it falls to the floor, like uncomfortable giggles because someone like him bothered to give you the time of day and it'll make all of yours from now until you die.
he circles like predator to pray, smiles all teeth like a wolf, laughs low when you shiver.
reckon you'd lose yer sellin' points if y'did that, yeh? yer clientele's just a few years shy of being wuornos victims, surely they appreciate a wee southern belle jumping into their semi truck.
you've almost sounded it out 'ere, devvy. far closer than last time you attempted a four syllable word, 'ave you been attending lessons somewhere? community college?
Doin’ this with dirty fingernails make’s you have’ta get stitches twice n’ it’ssalot more’va bitch than th’skewerin’ itself. That’s why responsible girls give purell! Purell, world’s leadin’.. sancti— hand cleaner! :D
that it then, wee devvy's playin' mum for a bit? reckon yer brain's just as stretchy as yer muff, love, i see improvement in yer speech yet. get ye a special accommodation like the slower 'uns, 'ave you a cushion so y'don't lose yer money maker, yeh?
One’a my lady friends is tryin’ta teach me grammar ‘n um.. advanced reading ‘cause I look after ‘er lil’ girl sometime. But daddy says my brain ain’t stretchy ‘nough for school n’ sittin’ in them cheap chairs could take away the little bit’a ass I got.
born to tell the b-cupped tramp stamped brat crop top in the big 'twenty-six'd student that sits third row of his lecture hall ‘ m'picturin' wearin' yer insides like a bowlin' ball ’, forced to smile and say ‘ good insight, butta bit far from the author's intentions. ’
i want to stitch you back up before your motor skills go kaput so the last thing you got to show for 'em is me fingerfucking the space between your kidneys and gallbladder. i want you to need me, and i want you to fuckin' hate me for it. ’
when i say ‘ love, i want to be on your mind forever. ’ what i'm tryin' to say is ‘ i want to keep you alive long enough to slice you open tits to cunt, i want to play around with your insides and yank your spinal nerves like i'm God and they're strings of time.