January 18th, 2003
It 4:00 a.m., watching the clock tick. Sit on my rugged couch, in my shitty apartment. Wait, I don’t mean that. Its beautiful, everything matches everything. The broken windows match the cracked walls. I love my life, who am I kidding, I fucking hate it here. What time is it? 4:06, should I go? No let him sleep, can the dead sleep? No, yes; They’re forever asleep. Should I go? Perhaps I should write a letter to his family. No, actually, maybe. ‘Dear the Adams’, no this is stupid. Crumble it up and watch it burn. My stove doesn’t work, can’t burn. I’ll just put it in the trash can, but then the trash guys will see it. I’ll swallow it. What if I choke? I should do it. I’m going to do it. The room smells nice, and like shit. I need more car fresheners, the 137 I have can’t hide the stench. Why are razor blades sharp and square? Why not round, or oval? My, his hands are so soft and dry. The heaters on but he’s still so cold. Sometimes its hard to cut through skin, finger tips especially. The tub is nearly full of red and black. His lips are so pure. I should kiss them. One kiss before a Chelsea smile, two kisses before a chelsea grin. What time is it ,4:12, 4:12 and only three incisions!? Fuck you! Perhaps I got a little to angry. I can’t tell what he looks like anymore. The gashes leave is identity distorted. Will my hands stain? I’ll wash them, or will the blood stain the sink? Say goodbye to your fingers and toes. Wrapped up in a plastic baggy, stuck in freezer. With the others. What time is it? 5:00. The calfs are nothing but fat; I should be watching over my weight. His neck is so slender, I love it. His ribs aren’t solid; They cut like paper. The heart has stop beating, is the love gone? Where are my nails? It’ll look perfect with the others. What time is it? 5:47. One, two, three... seven, and eight. It’s nailed perfectly alined with the others. I hate you! What time is it? 6:57. Shit! Dark red doesn’t show up on black bags. Three limbs per bag. Its 7:30 they should be here by now! I wait inside while he’s outside in the bins. There, there they are. Pick up the garbage, and gone.
Now I am alone.
***OFFICERS_CASE_REPORT***
ON 2/23/03, AT APPROXIMATELY 10:55 P.M. LONG TIME SUSPECT EDGAR WILLIAMS WAS SEEN IN FRONT OF 145 N. RAYMOND ST.(TAXIDERMY SHOP) WHERE HE WAS SHOT A KILLED BY ON GROUND POTROL OFFICERS. ON 2/23/03, AT APPROXIMATELY 11:15 P.M. A SEARCH WARENT WENT OUT IN SEARCH OF SUSPECTS PREMISES.
ON 2/24/03, AT APPROXIMATELY 2:14 A.M. OFFICERS SEARCHED SUSPECTS APARTMENT 1265 E. SYCAMORE ST. ROOM 734, SECOND FLOOR. “WE FOUND THE ROOM TO BE REPULSIVE, SOME OFFICERS HAD TO WARE GAS MASKS. YOU, YOU COULD SMELL IT FROM OUTSIDE. I’M SHOCKED THAT NO ONE HAD CALLED ABOUT THE STENCH BEFORE. THE STENCH WAS SICKENING, THERE WERE BLOOD STAINS ALL OVER THE CAPRET FLOOR. THE LIGHTING WAS POOR, SO, IT WAS HARD TO SEE. THE LIVING ROOM WAS STALKED WITH KITHEN KNIFES, MEDICAL HOOKS, AND BANDAIDS. THERE WERE SOME BODY PARTS IN BAGS IN THE KITHEN, FINGERS ON THE CUTTING BOREDS. THE WAS ONE HEAD IN THE FREEZER, ALONG WITH MULTIPLE SMALL ZIPLOC BAGS FILLED WITH TOES AND FINGERS. IT TOOK A LONG WHILE TILL WE ENTERED THE REST OF THE APARTMENT. THE BATH TUB WAS FULL OF BLOOD AND PISS. THE MIRRORS WERE BROKE, AND A FEW MORE KNIFES WERE FOUND IN THE BATHROOM. IN THE BEDROOM, THE BED WAS TOREN TO PIECES. THE WORST PART WAS THE CLOSET. THE CLOSET WAS A SLIDING DOOR, LARGE CLOSET. BLOOD WAS DRIPPING TO THE CLOSET FLOOR. THERE WAS EIGHT HUMAN HEARTS NAILED TO THE WALL. FEW WERE PRETTY ROTTED, BUT, THERE WAS ONE THOUGH, THAT LOOK NEW. THATS WHEN I LEFT THE BUILDING.”
RESPECTFULLY SUBMITTED,
ON 2/23/03, AT APPROXIMATELY 10:55 P.M. LONG TIME SUSPECT EDGAR WILLIAMS WAS SEEN IN FRONT OF 145 N. RAYMOND ST.(TAXIDERMY SHOP) WHERE HE WAS SHOT A KILLED BY ON GROUND POTROL OFFICERS. ON 2/23/03, AT APPROXIMATELY 11:15 P.M. A SEARCH WARENT WENT OUT IN SEARCH OF SUSPECTS PREMISES.
ON 2/24/03, AT APPROXIMATELY 2:14 A.M. OFFICERS SEARCHED SUSPECTS APARTMENT 1265 E. SYCAMORE ST. ROOM 734, SECOND FLOOR. “WE FOUND THE ROOM TO BE REPULSIVE, SOME OFFICERS HAD TO WARE GAS MASKS. YOU, YOU COULD SMELL IT FROM OUTSIDE. I’M SHOCKED THAT NO ONE HAD CALLED ABOUT THE STENCH BEFORE. THE STENCH WAS SICKENING, THERE WERE BLOOD STAINS ALL OVER THE CAPRET FLOOR. THE LIGHTING WAS POOR, SO, IT WAS HARD TO SEE. THE LIVING ROOM WAS STALKED WITH KITHEN KNIFES, MEDICAL HOOKS, AND BANDAIDS. THERE WERE SOME BODY PARTS IN BAGS IN THE KITHEN, FINGERS ON THE CUTTING BOREDS. THE WAS ONE HEAD IN THE FREEZER, ALONG WITH MULTIPLE SMALL ZIPLOC BAGS FILLED WITH TOES AND FINGERS. IT TOOK A LONG WHILE TILL WE ENTERED THE REST OF THE APARTMENT. THE BATH TUB WAS FULL OF BLOOD AND PISS. THE MIRRORS WERE BROKE, AND A FEW MORE KNIFES WERE FOUND IN THE BATHROOM. IN THE BEDROOM, THE BED WAS TOREN TO PIECES. THE WORST PART WAS THE CLOSET. THE CLOSET WAS A SLIDING DOOR, LARGE CLOSET. BLOOD WAS DRIPPING TO THE CLOSET FLOOR. THERE WAS EIGHT HUMAN HEARTS NAILED TO THE WALL. FEW WERE PRETTY ROTTED, BUT, THERE WAS ONE THOUGH, THAT LOOK NEW. THATS WHEN I LEFT THE BUILDING.”
RESPECTFULLY SUBMITTED,
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PLT. DAVID R. BISHIP
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