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If I wanted to look at some gaylord's fucking work pictures I'd go on fucking Facebook, shortly before going all Moaty and hiding in a storm drain.
Alt: Who’s your favourite confused loner/slayer of the public/quality nutcase?
I loved the Virginia Tech boy with his ‘Richard McBeef’ play…but then Barry Bulsara has a special place in my heart, as does the Croydon Samurai.
I JUST CAN’T DECIDE.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:19, 146 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
on a Greyhound bus. Of course Moaty has a special place in the 'confused and violent' pantheon. But samurai man also has his merits
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:21, Reply)
I meant more the 'going postal' type, though.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:29, Reply)
a sword adds a touch of class. Any idiot can go mental with a gun or a knife, after all.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:22, Reply)
But for today's 'busy busy busy' nutter, semi-automatic firearms and grenades are a litte more efficient.
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www.greenocktelegraph.co.uk/articles/1/38244
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One killing and two injuries. Shite! C-, must try harder. Extra point for the storm drain HQ though...
I thought the Columbine boys did quite well, but for sheer amount then you have to hand it to the Mumbai boys a while ago, though technically they weren't loners
EDIT:
Or Dahmer
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:22, Reply)
with Kiranjit Ahluwalia
Pun only slightly intended
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:32, Reply)
all that painting himself white to look like a corpse & wanking in front of a mirror. I'd love to do that in the Vatican but I'm too busy spreading sexual bigotry and suppressing women.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:23, Reply)
Drugged up rich girls looking for a father figure, a purpose in life; and they have such little self esteem that they will do anything for their Messiah no matter how vile or hideous.
Where the hell do I find me some of these?
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I'm only in to this whole gig for the kids. And the money, of course.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:37, Reply)
BTW Did you get the Allah foetus lava-lamp that I sent you?
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:50, Reply)
I did get the lamp thanks - it looks great next to my bed full of 3 year old kids.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:54, Reply)
...and as many boys as one can fit in the Sistine?
Deal.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:06, Reply)
Groundbreaking, blood, prostitutes, gore, sliced tits, deranged letters, never got caught; that man had everything. Compared to him Moaty was just a chancer who couldn't get his tally past one, so not even a serial killer; unless topping yourself counts.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:32, Reply)
purely for stopping his killing spree to go for a gourmet dinner, then picking up right where he left off after the cheese course.
www.armory.com/~crisper/Life/scores.html
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:33, Reply)
I used to love reading the Scorched Earth Party manifesto. "Simple Solutions to Complex Problems".
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:16, Reply)
Vampirism, cannibalism, Nazi fixation, poisoning and necrophilia.
Quite a showman.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:33, Reply)
I have to go with Fred and Rose. Because when the news broke on this I was a teen at my friends house doing some massive games workshopping and his mum was watching the telly. She had a little moment went oh gosh and sat down when the pictures of the victims were on the screen. One of them was her friend when she was a kid. That freaked my teenage self out.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:35, Reply)
and she'd suck your cock with amazing talent. She could suck a golf ball through a hose pipe.
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www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland-11329273
nothing wrong with that, I'm not sure why everyone's getting so worked up.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:36, Reply)
on a rainy day I guess.
It's made me feel like being so offensive it's actually unbelievable
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:41, Reply)
I've heard you mention it before but never known what was wrong with you?
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:58, Reply)
I was lucky though. It was a really dire case of it, but I've made an almost complete recovery bar residuals, while I know another person who had a v mild case but still has life-affecting consequences
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:06, Reply)
I have this terrible urge to listen to Hawkwind, take massive drugs, and earlier this morning I insulted Terry Pratchett
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:04, Reply)
from when I was a kid. Nasty bastard.
Harold Shipman because you have to be a right callous cunt to do what he did as many times as he did it.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:37, Reply)
www.peterstraub.net/evidence/killers/quiz/serial_killer_quiz.html
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:41, Reply)
Had never heard of him. Sounds like a real life Kurtz character. Reading between the lines in the description there's a lot of WTF?
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:58, Reply)
lets get Monty round to blow coke up our chuffs.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:58, Reply)
What the hell is gumbo btw? just reading the end of lunch post.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:04, Reply)
coccaine blown up his arsehole.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:09, Reply)
and possibly the whitest man alive, I have zero cajun in me.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:19, Reply)
I posted a letter for you further on down K SWIZ
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:23, Reply)
"So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving"
and stopped reading
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:26, Reply)
Really nasty. I kind of like reading it though as it makes me feel normal and feel grateful for being wired up semi correctly.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:30, Reply)
did he really write that?
doesn't seem like someone from that time period would write like that
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:33, Reply)
Monty would know for sure as he seems to be the expert.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:35, Reply)
not really freaked out yet, I should be, but I don't think it's real
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:38, Reply)
Nom.
Edit - Sorry if I blew the gig with the 'kill him' comment. That was supposed to be internal dialogue.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:08, Reply)
He's falling for it Monty
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:19, Reply)
I will not be raped and killed by internet folk!
edit - what's this marillon you talk of, google knows of no serial killer?
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:21, Reply)
And should have been put to death for crimes against humanity.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:50, Reply)
Who've I've never heard of but seems quite a sad case
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:51, Reply)
Brainwashed his followers with conspiracy theories to rival the best of them, decamped to Guyana then convinced 900-odd people to drink poisoned kool-aid and die almost instantly, resulting in some notorious photos (look them up; I'm not posting them here) and inspiring Monty's favorite band, presumably. The deaths happened 32 years ago this month and they're still really weird. Origin of the phrase "drink the kool-aid".
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:47, Reply)
I'd automatically assumed it was a reference to the cult leader. Probably still is, but not as deliberately as I'd thought.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:59, Reply)
one side of which was filled with an audio recording of the Jonestown massacre - real people dying and wailing etc.
Challenging LSD listening, I found.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:58, Reply)
I used to play that at the end of parties when people don't get the subtle message TO FUCK OFF.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:59, Reply)
Didn't see that on the shelves in Our Price.
Picture disc?
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:00, Reply)
when I was a lad. Some obscure US band I think.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:00, Reply)
And don't forget The Vapors (of Turning Japanese fame) whose tragically under rated follow up was called Jimmie Jones.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBJM-fUr81c
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:03, Reply)
New Wave gash - I actually liked some of their stuff and had the Flock of Seagulls hair to go with it.
*shames*
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:09, Reply)
I had them on some cassette mix and remembered the song.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:11, Reply)
to point out that there were three other Vapors singles inbetween those mentioned.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:53, Reply)
Really horrific. Genesis P Orridge usually succeeds in freaking me the fuck out with whatever I hear by him. Last I heard he'd become a woman and his wife had become a man. Strong WTFery going on there.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:03, Reply)
...and he is turning him(her)self into his dead ex.
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Someone really should write a song about his exploits.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:58, Reply)
after you posted about him the other day.
have had nightmares ever since. like in grenada recently when i spent the whole night staring at the ceiling convinced there was a snake under my bed, or worse, IN my bed.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:02, Reply)
but it did.
bobby, i warned ye. i warned ye and ye took no heed.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:10, Reply)
it's horrible but you can't stop reading.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:12, Reply)
some questions may be asked.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:15, Reply)
you're making me want to go back and read it and then I'm going to have to kill you in the face
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:19, Reply)
Dear Mrs. Budd. In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong, China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1–3 per pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak—chops—or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl's behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid [sic] there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys, one 7 and one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head—bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 St. near—right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho [sic] I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.[10]
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:20, Reply)
I think the fizz would help with the digestion.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:26, Reply)
I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him. I took the boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took the trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked from there home. Next day about 2 P.M., I took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these halves in six strips about 8 inches long. I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears – nose – slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him through the middle of his body. Just below the belly button. Then through his legs about 2 inches below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head – feet – arms – hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was as sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.[10]
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:28, Reply)
even desensitised and cynical as we are.
where is monty, to explain himself for bringing this sick filth into our lives?
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:29, Reply)
blue square premier they all are compared to an average Tuesday at Monty's house.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:55, Reply)
Must be the digital era's serial killers of choice. They even released a knee tremblingly, horrific snuff film, exclusively for their digital fans. I'm sure a little Internetting would secure you a look, although, I wouldn't advise it.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:04, Reply)
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