| Oct. 30, 12:30a. |
[30 Oct 2009|12:33am] |
Wasn't keeping track of anyone else, but I got three more today. Okay, maybe more like two-and-a-half. One of them, I had to stuck a bullet in his noggin. The others, I stuck a couple bullets in their kneecaps and played a little game of t-ball before they fell over on their own. Home runs, all around. Two more, I could have had a grand slam.
Makes it easier, you know. That's what I learned. You soften up that skull in the right places, that scalp comes right off. Helps. Helps me, anyhow. I've been getting a little cleaner, but, fuck. Knives are useless, far as I'm concerned. I'd rather just get a little tear going, then rip the damn thing off, rest of the way. All the same in the end, yeah? Aldo never seems to mind. It's not like the bits of bone can't be washed off, anyhow. Can't figure out what's so bad about that.
You know, I keep this up, I'm gonna be starting my second batch of a hundred in a couple weeks' time.
Got to teach myself how to want to pull this thing out, during daylight downtime. Got to try to squeeze in a letter to Teya before this lamp runs out and forces me to catch some shut-eye. Can't sleep tonight. We'll see how long that lasts, this time.
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