this morning #153.

this morning, he slowly floated up from the bottom of crystal lake. with his body covered in various lake fauna & debris, he arose & poked his masked face above the surface of the water, surveying the decaying summer camp surrounding him. as he walked up onto the shore, the dingy lake water poured off of him & he ambled toward the street. good fortune fell upon him as he spied a machete on a nearby tree, yanked it out & observed how his new weapon glistened through the early morning sky. it would do just fine for all the murdering he had planned for the day ahead. naked coeds. meathead males. anyone black. they would all die. it was his day to shine.