murder part 2
....a low rumble permeated the air as a series of violent shudders made the fat man rock back and forth on his seat......


....it had been 11 days since he had last visited this place, he had started to wonder if he would ever need to come here again at one point, but he never gave up hope, his earlier training with the territorial army in his slimmer days in the early 90's had given him hope, even in his darkest hours............


....again, the stillness of the early morning air is broken by a series of low rumbles, his knuckles white as he grips the lever......


....once when he was twelve the man had beaten a badger to death with his bare hands after it had shat in the packed lunch his mother had made him for the school trip to badgerland.....


....a hissing noise preceded by another low rumble broke the silence, beads of sweat were now running down the fat mans face....


....the school was never allowed another trip to badger land, and his classmates remained in counselling for 3 years after witnessing one of their own glory in the disembowelling of a half dead badger


....a rapid fire cacophony of noises which resembled gunfire preceded the opening of the mans anal sphincter and the splattering of a loose running substance, known to outsiders as diarrhoea, painted the inside of the once spotless white toilet bowl, at last he had been able to take a shit, and although he knew he would suffer from ringsting after he had a smile on his face, as 11 days of digested foodstuffs streamed from his rear passage, never mind the splashback now hitting his volumous rear end, never mind the smell, he had waited 11 long days for this moment....


....sometimes he still dreamt of rubbing his face in the badgers soft belly fur as it breathed its last....
(little lord muthafuckin fauntleroy, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 11:16, Reply)