Please answer me Detective; Why would anyone hitch-hike? That level of trust in a complete stranger is perplexing. Acknowledging of course that same trust can refer to stopping for a hitchhiker as well.
As a product of complexity, I can easily recognize innocence ... The chaste duo thumbing for a ride on the freeway were fortunate enough to travel in one of the few States that allows it. A misfortune of the ignorant to accept ME as the solution to their needs. Of course I've come to feel that good luck has little to do with fate & coincidence. Luck is just a fluke of the coin ... one person's advantage is another person's disadvantage ... together they simply exist, waiting for someone to define them. I'm going to guess the two young lovers I happened upon didn't see it that way. I merely identified my victor of circumstance.
Do you like lesbians, Brooks? You're southern upbringing probably fancies visions of playful nudes exploring sexuality, but the reality is so much more normalized. My duo was no more or less in personality than what your Bible would declare the faithful to be. Which is another point all together.
The label your Predestinarian Baptist Church "primitively" adheres to everything under Christianity is like cavemen bowing to whatever shiny object distracts them. There is no merit in a Christian label, Detective. I know you disagree. But you may as well write Jesus on a paper plate, adorn it to your wall and believe it "holy" ... because that damn label is just so fucking infallible.
Think of every number I've collected and ask yourself if you perceive a difference or a similarity? I'm defined a "serial killer", therefore you must recognize I'm choosing these people by something they each have in common. Do you really believe there's any real aspect between one pair of eyes to another? I see the ones I like and I want those ... You decide whether or not there's any correlation of my actions. Serial killer, my ass.
Oh. I think we just had our first ramble ... LOL ... I suspect of everything I've written to the world, this will be the sole one that hits the newspapers? Tell me I'm wrong, Brooks. My honest opinion about religion would surely paint me the monster in your gawd-fearing world .... correct? A simple ramble of emotion defines me the lunatic through what limited knowledge people already have. Words are such a thing ... Aren't they? It's funny how people see "good or bad" definitions in emotions.
Does Katherine still console you about your rage? I bet she makes you feel better in lots of ways. Oh my ... perhaps it's best if these words do not reach the journalists? We wouldn't want Joyce to start with those questions again ... She's always had a way of making you mad. I bet she wants Danny & Michael to see "Daddy" as the villain. When will that woman ever see what she's making you do?
Where were we? The lesbians ... of the two sharing my ride, I preferred the eyes of only one of them. Sweet doe eyes. Brown with hazel slices ... I suspect these eyes change color with the seasons. We'll have to wait and see.
I believe the lover grew jealous as my attentions stayed focused on the doe. We peaked on several topic changes until the highway cleared of other cars. Did you know they were religious? 68 attended the University Catholic Center, met the jealous lover there. Do you find it amazing how an "abomination" can have faith, Brooks? 68 gripped the fingers tightly in prayer ... There was no struggle with my first cut, just tears for the violent means I used getting around the obstacle partner. Wasn't a very large obstruction mind you, but I've only met such will power in confident men ... I wonder if that means something psychologically?
I know you believe these people make their choices to defy gawd, but I ask you, "Where would anyone find the strength to defy Jesus with four knife wounds deep in the chest?" How self-ingrained does this defiance of "sin" have to be for one person to continue their charade and protect another deviant? Will you still contend with the preachings that there is no "love" there? You probably will, but I saw it first hand.
When I teased 68 with a gentle knife fucking, the prayer went on. The shriek and gasp of a sliced clitoris aroused only kicking and clawing (remember the fingernails again MR. forgetful). As blood poured from that viewable cervix and even though all hope was crushed, the prayer grew louder. By the time I finally stabbed the flexor tendons and ended the flailing ... I assumed I was the Lord ... LOL ... Seriously, this was as close to being in love as I'd ever known. I almost stopped to taste those quivering lips. Can you imagine, Brooks?
Everything was bled out soon enough. I had six quarts of hemoglobin soaking up the floorboard that I could never clean. I drove them to their destination. Oddly enough to a State where hitch-hiking remains technically illegal, but same sex marriage isn't. It's darker now. I located a motel with easy access to pool cleaners and overly-chlorinated water, but these clothes are useless as is the vehicle. The entire town will see the duo before word reaches you, Brooks because I left them at the doorstep of an LDS Church ... I heard they will baptize the dead.
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