I don't know who over acted the most... probably her, yea... had to be.

Okay, putz.... dis story, it starts days ago... I didn't know if my red haired vixen was bleeding or needing or just whining... she was threatening to throw my lazy, work--avoiding ass out. And my cat. And the dog. She is really tripping when she threatens to throw the dog out... the cat and me, we have somewhat learned to live with this threat... but the doggie danger is a new one.

This was a fight that came out of a bad, bad mood that started without me, and her mood was fueled by co workers screwing with her and she was getting no release from weed at night because everyone we know was out for a couple days... okay, the fight, which was really more of a her bitching at me and complaining that I always lie to her about everything (

Well, I do not 'always lie to her about everything. "What would be the fucking point of that I asked her? Who would lie about everything. You want to know what's on tv, I do not lie to you, do I?"

She had some crazy reason to dismiss this too... something about this having no relevance.


So, anyways, she is a person who can be way over dramatic. She hurts herself with this, and I would take it from her, as I would all her pain if I could... when we together, at least. But when we are apart...

So, she basically said she was my ex girlfriend, and I took her at her word... so, like, when were broke up.. well, , during the twelve hours that M was off on her temper tantrum...I sort of slaughtered her family and hung their heads on 16 foot long wooden posts that I tied to the stately metal of the Michigan Avenue drawbridge, in the heart of downtown and right during rush hour....

I had my naked body painted a dark blue, which melded just fine with the river when i dove in, retrieved my self warming scuba pelt and air canisters, and swam back up to our beach. The only description they have of me so far is so far off that I will never be caught. I mean, if you can believe this one, the witnesses all described me as 'some blue guy with a tiny dick. Uh, lke I said, bad descriotion and that is all it is all... dammit... I am not protesting too much about this, as that one voice in my head keeps insisiting....

Now, you are probably going to hear about this on the news, unless this too is one of those things the CIA is just going to hide from you, exactly like who killed JFK.

M. will probably find out right away. Still, I will hold my lying position, for at least until it is absurd due to her preponderance of evidence to go on with said lie (and often well past this point, into the truly pathetic). I have already had to kill off four cops who tried to notify her of her family's death -- now, this is not my kill pattern at all, but I had to do what I had to stop them from notifying M. that I had slaughtered her family. This is exactly the kind of thing that she really gets on her high horse over, acts all like she has never made mistake....

Anyways, anybody tells M. about anything I been writing about the last few days oughta know I will start with the corpses closest to you, and torture-kill my way through your loved ones until you kneel crying before my knife and ask me for the merciful act of slashing your fucking throat. This is not some idle threat, like the other couple thousand I made. Those were all practice for this one.

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