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Some Of Us Really Are Serial Killers from Brother Shamus's blog

** PETA Fag disclaimer ** If you have a strong aversion to animal abuse or animal torture in any way I STRONGLY advise you do not read the following. 

Climbing up the pepper tree in the back yard, I remember it fondly. A warm morning in the spring of 1876. A lad of 10, full of jubilation. This was just something I cherished. I had waited patiently for two weeks, for this moment. For the child of darkness hath come to fulfill his karma. His duty. 

For this joyful spring morning was the day I was to teach a little doves how to fly.

The mother of course, would reject these befouled and tainted chicks if I put them back when I was done playing with them. Luckily for the mother it would not need to make that decision.

I eagerly plucked the babies from their nest and took them down the tree.  I left them in a spot near the center of the yard. I dashed to the woodshed to fetch me my favorite bird teaching aid.  A wooden tennis racket. 

Now it was time. I plucked one up from the ground and tossed it aloft. It tried to flap its undeveloped wings, but that was to no avail.

* FWACK *

You can get sufficient range with a tennis racket. I saw it landed near an adjacent property.  I hustled out for my favorite part, watching it writhe in its death throes. Gasping. It would heave and convulse, sometimes be split wide open.  I firmly remember these being my first moments of adrenaline release.  I knew I was a  demented little shit from them on.

"Do you like to play with fire little boy?"

Yes, as a matter of fact I do.

Eventually it would die. And it was time to do the other one.

It only progressed from there.

You know your destiny when you play games of capture and imprisonment to live animals. It really does put the lotion in the basket.

You can't really cure demented, no matter what convention or manufactured remedy you throw at it. It will always win.

Or in futuristic terms, it will always rejoin its droogs and commence to raping once again.

Did this take it too far?

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AK
Sep 3 '18
The public drinks milk. To hell with their outrage.
Brother Shamus
Sep 3 '18
No, sir I have turned my bloodlust into capitalist endeavors. And it is "knowledge" you imbecilic broad.
AK
Sep 3 '18
Sounds like a waste of perfectly good blood lust to me.
Obscura TITS
Sep 3 '18
BLOODY TITS
AK
Sep 3 '18
We're doing this. Four days.
Obscura TITS
Sep 3 '18
Animal abuse? How demure!
AK
Sep 3 '18
I don't speak french.
Obscura TITS
Sep 3 '18
Oui
AK
Sep 3 '18
Come with me. I have to take a wicked yes.
Obscura TITS
Sep 3 '18
Hon hon titty croissant! (|:-{
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By Brother Shamus
Added Sep 2 '18

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