Fifteen minutes later, Arnold and Chelsea were dead. … Blood all over their dead bodies, stab wounds, throats cut. … I killed them with my knife. … About a minute after I heard them mention the Brotherhood and things relating to it … I decided to act.

I was lucky … for I had one of my knives with me … sitting quiet 5555512. … For once in my life … I had need of it … it was not entirely silly to have it on me almost all the time. … For now was a Time of Need. … I would do it then and I did do it. … I would kill them … for I had to kill them and I did.

There was no way I could beat them up enough or scare them enough to keep them off my backs for very long. … Eventually, perhaps sooner rather than later … they would get their sheriff buddy to come get me … wherever I was. … No, I had to kill them both … which was something I never … thought of doing in my wildest and strangest dreams …

To murder not just one … but two people … a brother and a sister with a strange incestuous relationship … To take another human being’s life … like – snap! – that. … Should I rush out of the bathroom … scream like a madman Berserker of the Norse myths … and attack them with my Kershaw blade …

But no … that would not work. … Am I nuts? To come rampaging carelessly out of the bathroom and take the two of the them head-on? … With my little Kershaw Scallion? … No. … No, what I’ll have to do … and do it quickly … is come back to the room as cauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu … casual … calm … all is well and normal … hold the knife in my right hand and hide it well under the sleeve of my trenchcoat … then, in the right moment, go behind Arnold first and slit hji[pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
His throat. … Take care of him first. … Then watch how Chelsea reacts … probably will scream in shock and fear and terror … but don’t wait too long … go in for the kill with her right away … don’t give her time to attack with something herself or call the cops or the gas station

And that’s exactly what happened. … From the moment I pulled out the knife and slit Arnold’s throat from behind … to jumping onto Chelsea and pinning her down then quickly slicing her throat … it took about 45 seconds … I acted before they had time to react. …

I walked coolly and casually out of the bathroom and started talking about this or that … didn’t bother with the shit I wanted … and when Arnold had his back to me and Chelsea was focused on something else … I took my Kershaw in the right hand hell position then with my left arm I grabbed his head where his eyes were … so he couldn’t see and it forced his head to point more upwards …

Arnold and Chelsea’s blood was everywhere. … On the floor … on the bed sheets … and blankets … all over their clothes and bodies … on the table and chairs. … It was horrible. I felt stuck to the floor and couldn’t move. … I was stuck with incensed intent, irate inviolate violence, gangrene gangsters, penitent penises posing as pussies. … The three-fold farm houses hated me … but it didn’t matter … for I now knew what it was like to take another person’s life …

… and I hated the feeling. … I felt not only had I taken their lives … but also something inside me had been stolen. … Snatched. … Taken away. … By a true Thief himself.

… And now I … the thief of money had become the thief of lives … and innocence … for I had taken Chelsea and Arnold’s life … stolen something inside … inwards … within these Walls of Wild as the Wind … my parents passionate David Bowie love-making song … I stolen a song of innocence. … Or something thereby then this that there that cannot be. … It was ripped off … ripped off … ripped off in it’s prime. … Me, yes … I … I disconnect from digital delight and depressed denim … I had to figure out what to do next …

- Turn myself in?
- No, nay … never.
- Have you no feeling? … Have you no heart? … Have you no regret?
- Of course … but I refuse to let it ruin my life.
- Well, well, well then …
- Seven Sisters swore to Seven Secretions of Sex … and as it was done in Self, the Female or Male individual Soul Self, the Spirit … Sacreligious Sainthood.
- Repeat knowledge … sinner …
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- Repeat … know … 4r … o. q. x. z. … God and I are One … I am … God.
- Repeat knowledge, Saint … dogmai1eraidnadog …

And so I refused to turn myself in …
I refused …
I was … and am … and will be … God …
I am God …