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Professional sadist. I like playing with chemicals and needles.

Monday, October 3, 2011

R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

I think it is about time that I rekindle the good old furnace and visit a few bloggers at their homes.

Ya, that's right. Nobody is safe. I actually have a list in my back pocket of people I'd LOVE to stick a syringe into, but I won't ruin the surprise by publicizing it! You think me for a fool?

Anyhow, I'm done observing from a distance. Shady is off having fun, getting herself into trouble, and I don't mind waiting for her to get home before we resume our relationship. You know what that means, love? It means that until you come back to me, I get to poke needles into other innocent people... some of which, you may know personally :)

Jealous that you aren't whoring my attention anymore? Hehehe you can stick that in a juice-box and suck on it babe.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T. You know what that means to me? It means that when I say "Run" you say "I can't because I'm too petrified by fear". Hehehe so I'm going to be having a lot more fun than usual.

I'll be raiding a local animal shelter later tonight for some new test subjects, I've got some recipes to play with.

Dear Followers,
Before you go to sleep tonight, send a poisonous reptile in the direction of your in-law's/neighbor's/child's bedroom. It'll be a great way to liven up the evening, while at the same time eliminating a mouth to feed at breakfast! Just avoid being bitten by the before mentioned reptile. That would be counter-productive.

I'm trying to hit all the topics that are flooding behind my eyelids. These glorious doves that swim through the air and explode into nuclear mushroom clouds that I call my thoughts. NEXT TOPIC.

These dreams keep getting more elaborate. It's getting obnoxious. I'm wondering why the big man keeps sending me these things. Hey, Executor, you awake? Can I schedule an appointment with the skinny guy in the suit? Hehehe.

As for work, I've got lots in the future I'm planning. All I can say is that you'll either want to punch my face in, or give birth to my children. More likely, the latter. Cough cough, Shady. Cough cough.

Lullaby Lullaby Lullaby, I'm reconsidering letting you go. I think poking holes in you with my tools would be a great way of getting back at Mr. Proctor.

Or not. It depends on how I feel next week.

As for this week, anybody wanna play a game of darts later? I'll provide the darts and poison, and New Jersey will provide the targets.
~tA

3 comments:

  1. Touch Lullaby and I swear I'll rip your eyes out and feed them to you with a cup of your own tea.

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  2. I like ya, boyo, but ya are doing a poor job at keeping whatcha claim to be yours. Gotta say other than that your methods are FUN.
    Devil State? Never been, wanna go. Mess that place up real good, extra kicker for me why don't ya? Eheheh! For your lady friend especially. Gotta impress. ;)
    Big wig should give ya more to play with. Wanna see more of your work, boyo. :)

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  3. I second Proc, touch Lullaby and we'll destroy you so fast, Advocate. Touch anyone I know for that matter and I'll see to it personally. I might be away from home but I can assure you, I can return there far faster than you think.

    And I'm not having your kids! Honestly, it's New-fucking-Jersey, the people you're poking (long as I don't know them) I could care less about, they're most likely assholes anyways. Because, like I said, it's New-fucking-Jersey. But really, if you need to whore yourself out go ahead. Less trouble on my end if your attention is diverted.

    I guess we're all winners here, eh? Hehe!

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