this morning #699.

this morning, despite all the ways that society had tried to kill him, he continued to walk the earth unleashing havoc, mostly on a segment of the population that was clueless & super preoccupied with getting drunk & screwing in secluded settings. if he was being honest with himself, the thrill was gone. when it came to killing, he couldn’t even recall the last time he’d put the ol’ vorhees vavoom behind his actions. when was the last time that he’d TRULY challenged himself? “hunting man is the most dangerous game.” not bloody lately. he wanted to machete the hell out of whoever came up with that phrase. he’d have to settle for a morning spent electrocuting two skinny-dipping teens.