Saturday, November 29, 2008

Pink and Hard











Pieces to disperse.... Well endowed victim. He won't be needing this anymore. No longer will his member be terrorizing the ladies! Infecting them with his seed. Passing on his damaged genes. Making more monsters like himself.

Body Modifications















The face burned and the head crushed like a pumpkin. The teeth pulled out with pliers. The eyes gouged out.
Separate the head from the body and bury it somewhere else.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Killing by Moonlight


The way the moonlight shines on a freshly dead corpse is something to behold. The tears across her face was glistening as I choked the life out of her. Red blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. She must have bitten her tongue, the poor girl! No one out here but the body, me and the crickets......and the crickets aren't speaking to anyone.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Killing Tips

Pools of blood ...sticky sweet

You don't realize that some victims are real bleeders. Hacking away at a body causes a massive mess. Always carry a lot of garbage bags and duct tape. You learn to rip the duct tape with their teeth...that way their saliva and DNA is on the tape and not yours. Sprinkle hair samples that you retrieved from barber shop dumpsters over the body in order to throw off the investigators... just in case your body makes an unwanted appearance.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Places to Bury the Dead













The woods are usually the easiest place to put a victim to bed for their final slumber. Bring a shovel. Digging with your hands is quite difficult in the dead of night.

Never leave a marker... I am able to find the exact resting places for all my victims. I can feel their energy. Even after the years pass and society has given up their search for them.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Introduction into the mind of Mr. Tiddles.

Hello

Let me introduce myself.....

I search for human prey..... day after day.... night after night!

I might be your next door neighbor, your boss, your brother or that guy sitting on the train coming home from nowhere.
I often ask myself...can I stop killing? The answer is probably...but that would be no fun!