Dead man

I flounder in the room. If I die it would be sorry. I have not met him. I'm not satisfied to beat. I just slapped him. Slap him. Slap with full force. He roared. I reach her hair. Shut up! I say, still you're a whore. I'll kill you. He was silent, sobbing in the corner. My chest rippled, like the sea.

I wanted to strangle him. If I strangled him over. But I do not have fun anymore. Of course he'll die. No. This should not happen. I have to have fun every day. So my soul calm. Like a hungry person can eat. The first day I knew, I was blushing. My eyes are stupid, in front of her beauty - and his gentleness. I immediately grabbed his hand. I mentioned my name. He laughed to see me.

So this beautiful woman's name Izza. And of course he's hoping the beautiful romance to remember. The first three days did he get: softness, beauty, love. After that I started to get bored, and start with a habit that makes me like a trance. On one morning, we woke up in our apartment. The sun caught in the window. I opened the curtains, we whipped up a hot morning. Coffee! I yelled. I pulled the rough blanket. in the corner. He was dazed, yet conscious. He opened his eyes, develop his hands. Like the first day we had sex. When I greet with affection the same.

But now I've become the devil. Full of desire to torture. Like the misguided religious rituals. You heard me! Coffee! Sooner you make coffee, before I order you bored. Before hand flew to your face. He stared began to understand. Though not believe what happened. Good for him began to understand. I do not need a lot of talk again. Because my hands have to work. So as my hand began to slap her opening. He yelped and started cry. But such a way as I screamed, yelled from the bottom of my soul . I lifted her body. I took his hair. Our mouths met.

Look you, prostitutes, starting today you have to serve at any time. From this day do not you set the schedule but I am. I am in charge and now I want it. And I managed to scare. She sobbed. I throw her white body and the solid to the bed. I opened his shirt force. with anger, resentment, too.

He moaned like a little kid seeing a wild dog. I smiled smugly. The bitter sadness passed away. Die. Die . In the night the sadness in coming. Rain. Hitting the bedroom window. Like conscience knocking heart.

This woman is like junk. Sitting on the bed. His face was bruised. His eyes asked, why do this. And I send my fist again. So you want this, I say, thrust his fists again. Hit me to death, he said. Yes, I'll hit you to death. As I hit the child-wife to death. You know what I did to them? Every day I put myself in hell. My son is beautiful, who said people are very interesting, I hit my wife with my crazy, forgetting his fear, jump with her nails.

So this is the fate of my family, after all these years, so this is the peak of the torture that: my wife dared to resist the strike. His hair is disheveled. His eyes were fierce. He bit his neck, let go of my hand from our children. But I was too strong for them.

With wild wife I slammed to the floor. Then my son. I saw blood flowing from my head. Her pretty face and a tiny grin. I think the war in parts of the world. Fun happens. My wife turned the jump, screaming like a madman. So I swung my my fist. I picked up a wooden stick in our room, I swung my best just behind the head. My wife spun, fell without speaking. Two men were like a piece of meat in the room.

As animals that have been skinned. I felt something in himself apart. God knows what. The years change. The memory makes me float, somber for no reason. There was flash of self. Lust hurt people. Painful, the pain. So I satisfied. Ah, who knows how many women have been killed. Until I find him, where I make love to beautiful doll. Also remove ancient passions. He is very afraid of me. Grace has going down.

When I got home he was trembling. I have made safety. I locked my house. I turned up this doll can not escape. Until there came a day that made me floundering, full enmity to strangle him to death. All this stems from my habit, too. I was so carried away with his hammock. No wonder he was so soft that afternoon. Apparently there was a catch. He wanted to run away! So. When I closed because his suck, his hand suddenly grabbed the bottle of vodka that I drink as half.

Then he hit the head with the bottle. Do not run! I shouted before collapsing. Or I did not scream? But I felt I was screaming. But he still ran, no longer ignore me. Through the curtain. Opening the front door with a key. Then I saw the last shadows around the corner, jumped to taxi. Don’t ran away with fucking. You are my life. I was breathing. How would I without you. My voice was trembling.

Like stormy nature. Then I do not remember anything else. When I woke up around dark. It was the middle of the night. The lamp house is not burning. I felt my body hurt the snake slither . Like I moved toward the light switch. Failed to reach my hand. My head is spinning. I was silent and stood in two feet. I grab the button again. Waves dazzling light. His glitters like my soul with anger, resentment, too. I've spent my age of woe for two that's all. And now I'll risk everything to peak.

I have to look. I know where he is. I moved toward the closet where I keep my gun. I pulled out a pistol and a dagger. I have to work for this business. Can not fail. For the sake of my soul is filthy. Blood and rancid. The driver took me down, through the streets of Jakarta. Spinning in the shadows of the night.

Stopped at an entertainment area. The guards there already know me. I paid the taxi and went quietly. Slipped into a room. Well, see the doll was there. Holding both knees. Sleeping on the bed where we first met. I woke him up.

Hello you, I say, play the music on it. Music playing violent. Like a savage soul. He stared at me. Not believe his own fate. Like I could not believe my fate in the other day. We meet again here. You see everything start again from scratch. And began to slap my hand. I grab her and my knee into his right of somebody. He yelped and I immediately covered her mouth.

Like the evil humans across the earth together, whispering of to me. choise with your dagger crime. Trim face. No. Get to shoot both eyes. You do not bring the quencher. I took everything and I'll do it all. But wait. What is moving in my heart at a critical moment was. Aha, a double consciousness. The desire to see blood mixed with satisfaction of torture from day to day. I choose which one. God once and for all, show me the way-God. .Which way to choose. I shot this woman then it was done. But what about the next life. Where I should look for a victim like this again. Everything he had. My soul orgasm torture him. Do not be stingy with me a sinner. Show me the way. I was thunderstruck when people knock on my door.

Who was it. Do not bother me that more fun. All people should have fun. What would happen if all people had lost the fun. The world lost his passion and all stops in a dead hand. Loss of motion itself. God was just having fun with us-we are. Playing to people like myself. Bounced between two rocks. His descended into the abyss. That in my soul.

God dance and be glad. Along with people like yourself this.

God singing in our souls. Killer who makes the world move in art.

Killer in the form and his own. Yes, everywhere, the Lord appeared to him. Testing of people like you by people like us. And I'm faithful to death with this God examination. So I had to kill this woman now. Because God wants back. Anyway look out at the door . His Knock not people who have needs. He must think of something else in this room. So you have to race with his own destiny. Play your destiny. And fate opponent.

Stab quickly before it's too late. Shoot his eyes would be nice. The beat grew louder. Then the door was shaking, trembling. Somebody tried help her. Well brothers and sisters. Let's play this scene. Then buried the dagger again and again. How soft this woman's stomach. How red blood. I pulled up the dagger through his chest.

She moaned to speak. What would you say dear. See our destiny like this. What happened to us. What. I do not hurt hear that. Must be knife entered the body. Especially when the cut up, ripped through the chest. So shut up do not talk.

Let's all hand work. That everything goes well. Sleep in peace, comfortable in my lap. Because we Frozen

Singapura destiny with heart-Jakarta, August 2002