Do you know what happens to the human body when it's stabbed through the gut? It releases its bowels. Yep, it shits... I think that's why in detective books and movies, they always talk about the stench of death. I wonder if the same thing happens when people are shot too? I guess not... but death by gunshot smells too. Cordite... I don't know what cordite is, but in this book I read, the author kept on mentioning the smell of cordite mixing with the metallic scent of the blood. Maybe I'll ask Steve... Rattlesnake's big on guns and stuff, I bet he knows about cordite and its smell.
Why am I talking about this? Oh yeah, because she released her bowels.. Who? Oh, the bitch I just stabbed through the gut. She was always whining about her clothes, making sure she always looked this way and that way and now, now she just shitted... or is it shat? I've always wondered about that... shitted, shat? Which one is it?
Not that I should care about grammar or syntax or vocabulary now... I'm a murderer now. Got blood on my hands. And guts. Someone so pretty... you'd think their guts would be pretty too... but they aren't... they're ugly, like guts I guess and smelly... haven't smelled other guts before... I guess they smell too.
Now her five hundred dollar skirt, which I personally don't think ever fit her the right way way, is soiled, filthy, stinky... soiled. Not even Vince ever did that, soiled himself that is. Not even on TV... and Lord knows Big Vin would do anything for ratings... he urinated himself, didn't he? He said that... I urinated myself. Did that mean he turned himself into urine? Would that make him a mutant?
It's strange, if I ever thought of Vince as a mutant, he'd be Magneto on his good days and Apocalypse on his bad days. Can you tell I don't like the man? He's a fine businessman, but on a one on one basis, he'll screw you faster than you can blink... even his kids have suffered through his shit... shit, shat, shitted... I still don't know which one to use.
Her lipstick's smearing my hand... yuck! I had to stop her from screaming and now my hand's all greasy and disgusting. She wears too much make-up anyway... she looks so much better 'au naturel'. Not that anyone ever saw her like that anymore. Specially in front of the camera. There, she was all made up... superstar... she liked it, being a WWF superstar. It was a turn on for her.
I turned it off. I love that power... I finally have power. Life and death... I think I'm getting Ted Bundy. The power of life and death... powerful drug. I couldn't take my act on the road like him though. I like being grounded. Wow... what a life he must have had for me to compare it to the WWF and find working here grounded.
She's so small now... still warm. Rigor mortis hasn't set in yet. Dead. I press my lips to hers, gotta make her guy jealous. No response, no tongue... it's a boring little kiss. Like our first kisses. I should have known then... she'd taken the lead, she's always taken the lead. Bitch, whore, slut! I HATE YOU! I HOPE YOU DIE...
I killed you... I'm the killer. Orchestrator of death... I like that one. Makes me sound educated. I don't know if I really am but it's nice to think I might be. I run my hand over her hair... it's still so soft. Makes me feel like Lenny from Of Mice and Men. Yep, I read Steinbeck. But I don't have a George to kill me. Best friend my ass!
All of this to say is she's dead and I killed her and I'm glad!!!