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the child slept and i stood in the kitchen holding a wooden meat tenderizer all of famous writer's condiments lined up like dolls on the counter according to size his five year old fast asleep in her room i climbed the stairs and walked into her nightlit room with the meat tenderizer and flew onto her body beating her over and over and over until she was nothing but a stain on her little mermaid sheets, i smashed each bone into splinters, i smashed each organ into meal, i smashed each sundry bit as best i could then took to wiping her leftovers all over the walls mixed with peanut butter, jelly, jam, oatmeal, expensive caviar, creme de menthe, giving the bloodpaste strange and thick hews, balling her flaccid black hair into a giant knotted ball and nailing it to a wall, under which i nailed the cartilage from her nose, under which i nailed her unpunctured but removed hymen piece, under which i nailed her tiny clitoris, under which i nailed each eyelid in succession, under which i nailed an ear, a severed earlobe, an ear, a severed earlobe, each of her toes and fingernails, her vaginal lips in a V shape, making an arrow pointing to a brownish splatter on the white carpet, where i had pulverized her intestines, noticing that her asshole was unusually stretched out for such a young girl, about as wide as a human mouth. i wonder how many of her relatives she had taken on at once. vanity instructed me in the order, and afterwards we walked hand in hand to a local water hole called
"FUCK ME"
where we got drunk on whiskey and wandered up the road drunkenly laughing at nothing in particular
i bent down and began to suck on vanity's dirty little girl toes when a police car rolled up next to me, two officers emerged, and cuffed the two of us, ankles and wrists, taking us to a nearby lake, where we were tossed in my their brutal limp boneless fingers. we sat at the murky lake bottom with the rest of the dead prisoners, waiting.

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