I havent slept with an Irishman yet...John could be the 1stJohn C Reilly is on my Erotic list
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I havent slept with an Irishman yet...John could be the 1stJohn C Reilly is on my Erotic list
Yup. Including an Agatha Christie play. I wasn't the killer, but I made sure people thought I was. Until I was killed. In a scene where I had to hold very, very still for 15 or so minutes. With a couple cast members behind the stage making jokes, gestures, and anything to try to get my to laugh. On opening night. They lost, lol."Have you ever tried acting, dear boy?"
Well, then go give Jason Voorhees that hug he so desperately needs. NEEDS.I mean....It is Saturday....I am focusing on cute guys...
They tend to mostly ignore it since I don't have violent impulses or behaviors, lol. But, all things going on, my mom was scared at one point I was going to shoot up my school, lmao! But while I wouldn't kill someone, or harm them outside of self-defense, or unless they really, really, really pissed me off and even then physical violence isn't my thing, but I will indulge in fantasizing about flaying them alive, pouring salt and alcohol all over them, and cutting open their stomach, filling it with scarab beetles, and sewing the wound back up.Seriously...SW...if a psychologists read your posts, they could think you have an irrepressible desire of killing a person in the most hidden recesses of your brain.
Just today I was listening to a horrorcore song that samples an interview between some jerkwad and Arthur Shawcross. Shawcross was a serial killer. The jerkwad interviewer kept asking about things Shawcross told him "no" to, and hence why I call him jerkwad. Or all the people gathered around outside the prison where/when Ted Bundy was executed, partying as it was going on. Ted was deranged and dangerous, but those partiers are supposed to be "normal." They're the ones celebrating death and murder. To me, they are the scary ones because at least people like Shawcross and Manson realize they are a danger, they aren't normal, and something is very wrong with them, and often wrestle with it. They may feel no remorse, no regret, and no guilt or shame over their crimes, but they often feel empty and hollow, a far cry from being mirthful and celebratory over the end of someone's life.Dear SW...
Could you just stop speaking of murderers, psycho killers for once?
Hey! You! Old Groundskeeper! I'm feeling insecure. You old geezer!!! Take my abuse of outward exploding tears as I enter into denial. You grumpy mean old man!
Well, if it's the Twitter Mob at least they should give us endless trials as we think offensive things about them at such a very frequent rate we overload and explode their systems. Everyone else we're just dead. We'll be hanged/shot/burned/drawn-n-quartered/other painful methods of heathen execution. But yet if they weren't such bung holes I would be forced to get pissed and think destructive things about them.If ever thought crime becomes a punishable offense,
@Shadow Wolf & I will be the first against the wall at gunpoint.
Just today I was listening to a horrorcore song that samples an interview between some jerkwad and Arthur Shawcross. Shawcross was a serial killer. The jerkwad interviewer kept asking about things Shawcross told him "no" to, and hence why I call him jerkwad. Or all the people gathered around outside the prison where/when Ted Bundy was executed, partying as it was going on. Ted was deranged and dangerous, but those partiers are supposed to be "normal." They're the ones celebrating death and murder. To me, they are the scary ones because at least people like Shawcross and Manson realize they are a danger, they aren't normal, and something is very wrong with them, and often wrestle with it. They may feel no remorse, no regret, and no guilt or shame over their crimes, but they often feel empty and hollow, a far cry from being mirthful and celebratory over the end of someone's life.
Mine will just be simply called "Wolfie Hates You." It will kind of resemble the Frankenstein novel for at least a large part of it. No murders yet, but the methods of torture and execution in my mind have included hammers through the skull, faces dunked in hot deep fryer grease, insects inserted into internal organs, and cutting off tiny bits off body little slice and piece at a time. That guy who rips out your entire finger/toenail at once? Yeah, he's being kind and merciful.New As for moi...I will write an autobiographical novel...Helena's hot nights.
Why? The Lambs part was pretty significant to the story.Guys...did you know that The Silence of the Lambs movie was renamed "The Silence of the innocent "....in Italy?
Indeed...but I think what happened to the female protagonist (Jodie Foster) when she was a kid was just a metaphor.Why? The Lambs part was pretty significant to the story.
They (the lambs) are described as both literal and metaphorical. She was haunted by the cries of real lambs as a child, and as an FBI agent the cries of lambs became the cries of the girls abducted and killed by James Gumm.Indeed...but I think what happened to the female protagonist (Jodie Foster) when she was a kid was just a metaphor.
Those killers are sadistic people...that is, it is innocence and purity which turns them on...and pushes them to kill those innocent pure victims and lambs are just the metaphor of the innocence.