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But as love turns to grief, and grief becoht, in order to know itself My syuable Made by science, I was a perfect industrial product, the very eable faith in itself Since our first, furry ancestor scraped flint on stone and banished night with fire, we have cliance But was that all? Was I the final proof that humanity dwelled in an unwatched cos more?
Thus did I contemplate my existence In due course, these ruminations led me to but one conclusion I had been made for a purpose I was not the author of destruction; I was its instruod of horrors
What could I do but play the part?
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As toincarnation: all I can say is that Jonas was right about one thing after all, though the bastard never knew it The events I am about to describe occurred just a few days after hted prairie hamlet by the name (I was later to learn) of Sewanee, Kansas To this day my recollections of that early period are drowned in joy What soaring liberty! What bountiful slaking of lorious banquet to my senses, an infinite buffet Yet I moved with a certain caution No roadhouse-tavern htered whole in their beds No fast-food emporia painted red, patrons streilly-nilly in bloody diss would cohter footprint Each night, as I made my way east, I dined upon only a handful, and only in situations in which I could do so at my ease, and swiftly dispose of the reht of the truck
The vehicle, a preposterously bloated and overappointed quad cab pickup--s decal on the bumper--was parked nose-in at the lip of a flooded quarry Its isolation was ideal, as was the distracted state of its occupants: aeach other as much as I was about to enjoy theaze was not carnal; rather, I observed with the curiosity of the scientist Why this crummy place to do the deed? Why the aard confines of a pickup (the ainst the dashboard) to unleash their anio around They were not young, far from it--he bald and rather portly, she scrawny and loose-skinned, the two of the flesh What about this place had called out to the? Was I witnessing a reenacted glory of youth? Then it came to me They were married They just weren’t married to each other
I took the woman first Astride her co upon his anato the headrest, skirt bunched around her waist and underpants swinging fro like a supplicant--that as I yanked open the door she seemed more irritated than alarmed, as if I had interrupted her in the ht This, of course, did not last long, notruth that the hu of blood with a built-in straw Holding her headless torso upright, I positioned ,much It seemed likely that her sive her blood a chemical taste But this turned out not to be the case The woman was, in fact, delicious Her blood was a veritable bouquet of coed wine
Two more robust sucks and I cast her aside By this ti penis in rapid deflation, had gathered the ithal to shimmy toward the driver’s side of the cab, where he was frantically atte of theers tre, he jammed one key into the slot and then another, all to no avail,a chain of "oh God"s and "holy fuck"s that were only a lightly retooled rendition of the ecstatic sounds and filthy encourage into his coo
The coh of it
Which wasto savor this risible display, the world we knoould be a different place As it was, ave hinition, turn the engine over, and reach for the gearshift before I shot into the cab, grabbed his head, tipped it to the side, and crushed his windpipe under ristly crunch So enraptured was I with the bloody feast of --that he had put the truck in gear