i murdered someone. it wasn’t because i cared. it wasn’t because i didn’t care. it just was.
the jury understood, so i murdered them because they shouldn’t have. “Oh, you shouldn’t have” I said first.
turns out it was all a sham, a shit sham game of a trap. i was trapped. it wasn’t murder, it was war and i was trapped. That explained it: I was no killer. But now, it was killing time - me or them, us or them by extension. I had to save the day for liberty one bloody hit at a time and it was going to get messy and quick.
chApteR two: The Slaughter Horse
I rode in on the slaughter horse, surprised the bastard partisans. Burst through the barn supply shop on my way, needed some barbed wire to string ‘em up with, as:
A) warning
- won by efficient and necessary heartlessness
- to, like iSaid, save the day for liberty
B) that as it may, I wasn’t haunted by the smell of it, all through my governorship
three3) At Nights I Lie
- wake
- ut also, dishonestly
- an’t face the
- ark truth
- gads
4: starters
i was hungry, the power was out at the mansion, it was of course out down the hill. Not what I assumed when I assumed power, this sort of inconvenience. How can I even issue edicts when there’s not even no E to dict through? SO, i start a fire. That’s leadership!
Fire: the Second Term
the terms of the agreement were as such: I was in for life. I had slain our way to liberation, and now my reward was anointment as the Burning Cleanser of the Commons. Burned through the People’s cash, sold off their assets, oh how marketedly free they were now just to B) ut honestly, A) lie.
SiX, finally
F) in ally, they killed me. The people, that is, assembled despite differences. Fucking peasants.
09/18/2016
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