Self-Induced Prison

Being a serial killer is a lonely existence.  Goatboy is just a pawn in my master plan.   He is not a true friend.  I cannot reveal my true nature and thoughts to him.  If he gets caught the buffoon would rat Mr. Tiddles out in a second.   Mr. Tiddles does not take a victim's life in Goatboy's presence.  I just instruct him to do my bidding and kill for me.  He will learn from his mistakes and in turn he will become a killing machine like myself. 

Mr. Tiddles has made his own self-induced prison in his head.  I cannot and will not trip-up like the rest of the serial killers on this Earth and be caught.  Goatboy would be sacrificed first. 

For now I need him.  Nothing like a raw and eager student that learns to be a ruthless killer and then is released on society. 

This is just another gift that Mr. Tiddles has bestowed on the human race.

Mr. Tiddles and Goatboy both working their magic...the human race will be decreasing in size!!!

Firebugs

Pyromania is an impulse to deliberately start fires to relieve tension and typically includes feelings of gratification or relief afterward.

Mr. Tiddles caught this person starting fires.  I will teach him a lesson he will not soon forget.  He wants to play with fire.   I will stop his impulse to deliberately start fires and if he dies in the process...so be it!!!

Gasoline fumes permeates the room of this abandoned cabin up in the deep woods of this far away place.         Mr. Tiddles lured this pyromaniac with the promise of booze and wild ladies.  All he is getting is being drugged and tied to a chair.  Gas fumes fills his lungs.  He will suffer just as he made others suffer in his lifetime.  No one has ever caught him and made him pay for his deeds, but Mr. Tiddles will!!!

Douse him, his clothes, and the cabin with enough petrol to light up the dark night sky.  Don't worry after he burns to a crisp.  Mr. Tiddles has the right tools and knowledge to put out this nasty fire before any wildlife gets hurt.  The gasping and choking sounds he is making when swallowing the petrol is priceless. 

As he's burning...Mr. Tiddles menacingly laughs and asks, "Got a light???"

Cooling Off

Lay a body onto the cold morgue tray. Your skin grows colder by the second as you begin to stick to the tray.  A low humming sound surrounds you.  This is the cooling unit working overtime to keep your body cold and fresh.  A smelly dead body is not appetizing to another person's nose.  Ever smell a body that's been rotting in a forgotten neighbor's apartment for weeks or months.  I think Mrs. Jones' dead or she's cooking some weird shit on the stove. 

Mr. Tiddles likes to find abandoned hospital morgues to stick a victim inside for safe keeping.  Sometimes, I return a few days later and the cooling unit wasn't working and my victim is slightly decomposing.  Since the body is on its way...Mr. Tiddles closes the door and allows the body to decay even more.  I love to watch the maggots eat away at the flesh!!!

Someday everyone will be in this same position: On your back lying on a morgue tray. 

So don't be claustrophobic!!!

My Apprentice

Goats: (Capra hircus) Homo sapiens

Mr. Tiddles  would like to introduce another serial killer, Goatboy, to the world.    

Mr. Tiddles found him wandering the Earth.  He seemed like an excellent fledging student in the Dark Art of Killing.   

Mr. Tiddles will teach him the proper way of eradicating the waste of this planet (i.e. humans). 

Government Shutdown

The U.S. Government is about to shutdown this week.  Hey it's about time.  This Empire cannot last forever.  There will be blood in the streets.  Riots and Chaos will reign throughout their country. 

This  government will be too busy calming the public to notice Mr. Tiddles carving and hacking his way through the population. 

So shut down everything...

U.S. Post Offices-No more bills sent to the public or junk mail for that matter.

All Federal Government Offices-CLOSED: No more pointless bureaucracy.

This will be a new Utopia...

Shut it all down...Let's go back to the hunting and gathering stage of MAN. 

Mr. Tiddles would gladly do the hunting ...

Murder Among the Daffodils

Dragging a body through the daffodils.   This one was a bleeder!!!  His blood sprayed all over the place.  He was watering the flowers with his sticky blood.  If you ask me this victim was a bit Daffy!!! 

Mr. Tiddles needed to end his life before he created anymore chaos.  Daffy would scour local pubs for ladies and take them back to his place for a poke and then a choke.  He would choke the life out of these hapless vixens.  Daffy was not noble nor grand.  He needed to be stopped dead in his tracks.  One nasty stab in the jugular began the spraying of his blood.   The flowers needed their nutriments.  At least his final act on Earth was useful...  

All Narcissus varieties (i.e. daffodils) contain the alkaloid poison lycorine, mostly in the bulb but also in the leaves.

On 1 May 2009, a number of hikers fell ill at Gorseland Forest in Martlesham Heath, England after adding a daffodil bulb to soup during a cookery outing. The bulbs could often be confused with onions, thereby leading to incidents of accidental poisoning.

Foreboding and Ominous Times

A Storm is Coming...

More humans must be sacrificed...

Humans are the Plague of the Universe...

Mr. Tiddles will assist in this eradication...

Humans do not deserve to breathe the same air as the rest of the creatures on this planet!!! 

Someday all humans will be wiped off this planet and it will be just Mr. Tiddles and the creatures. 

This day cannot come soon enough!!!