His t-shirt read "Body by Nintendo" and hugged

His t-shirt read "Body by Nintendo" and hugged the curves of his belly and man boobs. Yet, I found him strangely alluring. His nerd boy charms trumped any male model.
The right elements resided to the left of his sternum and just inside his skull & he had both to spare. It also wasn't bad that his kisses folded my knees around him involuntarily.
I then ate his head after our intimate congress. As a female praying mantis, I just let nature take over. Neighbors would always say
I was such a quiet type. Typical. I kept my former lovers' decapitated bodies in a
marinade of Jones soda and soy nuts. But that was because I was utterly pretentious. I considered myself to be the William Shatner of serial killers. Oh yes, I had dined
on the entrails of my victims, smeared their still hot blood on my face. The gore was its own wicked marinade. I marinated myself in it. And now I sought a flamenco guitarist to
sear the edge, trap all of that electric, metallic heat in my veins, right under my skin. It was easily accessed there, you know. All I had to do was run the edge of a blade along
the inside of a light socket and BAM! Electrocution was instantaneous. Instantly Reddy Kilowatt appeared and distracted the hijackers while I ran from the room into the hall.
But it was dark here. Kilowatt must have dimmed the lights so I could get away. I remembered something about turning left down the hall. There was that scraping sound
again. Louder this time and faster. I started to crawl but something took hold of my leg and pulled me back. Then a sharp pain filled my brain and the dark grew darker and darker.

Started: 2010-12-17 02:17:06
Finished: 2011-02-22 18:28:08

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