Blood in Snow Drifts

Follow my victim on the street late at night during the witching hour. Come up from behind...a strong chokehold applied. Bang his head into the pavement until he's unconscious. Blood stains form in the snow.   Mr. Tiddles had been following this one on foot for hours.  He was wrecking havoc in the streets before I got a hold of him.  Picking up unsuspecting ladies and forcing them to perform unspeakable acts to him and for him.  He was a cruel human being and deserved his fate.  His unconscious body is dragged behind a building and he's cut up into little pieces.  I think the rats are hungry on this cold winter's night.  He will be fed to the sewer rats. 

Hey, they need to eat too!!!

Last Days

this is truly the last days...

there's no one in charge running this planet...

members of society are on so many drugs...they're numb to it all!!!

All levels of government are corrupt... We are all trapped in this contraption and it's bleeding to death!

The Sun is slowly dying...and so will this planet die and all its inhabitants...

Mr. Tiddles is just cleaning up the mess that humans created.  The non-human creatures need to take back this Earth before it's too late.   I'm get rid of the trash (man = evil doers) by killing them off...one by one.

New Use for a Telephone Booth

On Feb. 2, 2001, Bell Telephone announced that it was getting out of the pay phone business. This made it the first major phone company to do so.

Mr. Tiddles will never get out of the "killing" business!!    

Grabbing my victim, dragging her into the telephone booth...strangling her with old discarded phone wires.   The wire severed the carotid artery.  Blood splurging all over the place.  No matter, these old booths are not used anymore.  Now they are free for me to do my work inside them.  Blood can squirt all over the enclosed glass panels.
 
Just because society has no use for these pay phone booths, it does mean they should go to waste...

Mr. Tiddles will put them to good use!!!

Lunar Eclipse

The first total lunar eclipse on the winter solstice since 1638 and only the second in 2,010 years wowed stargazers in North America.        

The lunar eclipse started on Dec. 20, 2010 and lasted a few hours into the morning hours of the winter solstice Dec. 21.

In 1638, Mr. Tiddles was there killing during that lunar eclipse on the winter solstice. 

On Dec. 21, 2010, there was more bloodshed.   

It was a time to celebrate winter solstice with the dispatching of a fresh soul.  Strangulation under the red moon light.  It was over in a few seconds...catch--stab--strangle...and released into the afterlife.  It's poetry!!!

SPIKE IN CHATTER

This place is for crazy people...I'm not crazy....just a serial killer dispatching souls into the great beyond. 

A Serial killer can go on killing for decades...uninterrupted. Mr. Tiddles has been killing for centuries...the rest of you guys are just fucking amateurs compared to me!!!

STERILIZATION

Creutzfeldt-Jacob Disease (CJD), may be asymptomatic for many years before manifesting as a terminal disease.

Instruments that touch bone or penetrate tissue are critical and must be sterilized.

Remarkably, sterilization is not adequate to destroy the prion pathogen of CJD (American Electroencephalographic Society, 1984). After intracranial EEG electrodes had accidentally caused transmission of CJD from a demented patient to two younger epileptic patients, the electrodes were implanted in the brain of a chimpanzee. The animal developed CJD within 18 months...

Mr. Tiddles' next demented patient (i.e.: victim) will not need sterilized instruments.  This victim has no chance of survival.   The patient will be connected to the EEG machine and the power turned dangerously high.  Gloves need to be worn due to the heat that is generated.  It's a wonderful sight to see when the patient's hair is smoking from the burns.  Mr. Tiddles shoves a sweat sock in the patient's mouth.  I don't want the patient to swallow his tongue and choke to death.  I want maximum pain from the electric currents coursing through his brain.  He will become mush....A shell of his former self.  Don't feel sorry for him!!! He didn't treat his rape victims with any dignity.       Mr. Tiddles needed to serve him some retribution for his despicable deeds.  

Thrill of the Hunt

On second thought, leave the killing to a professional.  Most of you are a bunch of amateurs.  Getting caught and blaming society or your lousy childhood for your deeds.  Listen, it takes skill to catch your victim and dispatch them to the great beyond.  Mr. Tiddles has been perfecting his craft for centuries.  This prey has no idea that I am right behind her...watching her every move...Ready to pounce.  Just a few more feet...the blood pumping through my veins.  The anticipation invigorates me.  Soon she will feel, know, and understand my wrath!!! 

Follow me down this dark path...and you will learn too!!!

More Truth in Graffiti

All humans need to listen to their dark thoughts and release their inner beast.  Hunt and capture your prey...kill with swiftness. Like it or not, it's a kill or be killed world.   

The Big Sleep

One last gasp before sleeping for eternity.  One last struggle in a  bathtub.  She put up a gallant fight.  It was a mess!!  Mr. Tiddles needed a crow bar to smash a hole in the back of her head in order to release the poison (brain matter & muffin milk).  Then I stitched her up and laid her down on the bed.  I wanted to watch her decompose before my eyes. I hope she embraces the afterlife with full force.  She should thank me for releasing her from her mortal coil.   Mr. Tiddles never gets any praise for his work.  Killing humans "day in and day out" is a hard profession, but at least there will always be a need for me!!!  

Bathtub Fun

Preparing the body for the Big Sleep is important.  Taking out the brain matter.  Disconnecting the brain from its brainstem (medulla oblongata). Gouge out a hole in the back of the victim's head and tear away.  The sound this makes is deafening.  You hear the brain being torn from the spinal cord.  There is a plenty of blood and muffin milk splurging all over the place.  That's why you should lay the victim in a bathtub.  And I bet you bloggers thought a tub was only used for a bath!!!!