Curiosity by Hugh Cron – Strong Adult Content.

I take it it will be you Pig Bastards who are reading this? It’s been a long time since I’ve had reason to type. Thank fuck for spell check or you would think I am a total retard, I’m not, I’m a fucking enigma!

Confession or explanation…You choose.

Man, those fuckers that shoot people. I can probably understand but shit, you can’t say that. But fuck, I wonder what I would do if I could get a gun? Would I shoot any cunt or every cunt or would I be specific? Fuck knows. I think being specific, well, you could miss your chance. Whereas if you just said fuck it I’m for you all, then that might work.

Life hasn’t been kind to me. I’m ugly in all sorts of ways and alone. Very fucking alone. Do I shoot? That’s bollocks, I can’t get a gun but I could stab. But I’d get caught quick. I’m no match for any fucker that is trained. In fact I’m not a match for most fuckers who aren’t trained. I really am insignificant. And you can all FUCK OFF I’ve said it first!

So I ask myself do I want to kill? Yes I do, fuck everyone. But why?

That’s the question isn’t it? What have those poor bastards done? Nothing…They’ve done nothing bar being there. That’s a bit unfair and I suppose that’s my point, it’s all fucking unfair so why should I give a flying fuck.

I think I will kill, at least I’ll have company where I’m going, but maybe not. Again, they will be the privileged and I’ll be the outcast. Just cause I took their fucking lives, there will be a difference.

But do I care? I’ve never considered an afterlife. Well that’s not true, I reckon we all shit ourselves about that. But what does it matter? Am I just delaying the inevitable?

Of course I fucking am we are all going to die so should I worry about what is beyond? If there is fuck all why should I not do as God does and kill. That’s a fucking contradiction, I know that! It makes me smile as that isn’t me, that’s all the fuckers I have read about…Killers who try to be logical, they are all cunts. They are scared and try to reason.

I’m not scared as I don’t think. I don’t care enough to think. I’m not going for a record, there is no way I could compete with that Norwegian Nazi or those mad as fuck Americans. What’s the word? ‘Notoriety’…It means fuck all to me. I want to do what I want to do and that is what I am having trouble with.

Fuck it, I want to kill. What was the phrase? I remember…For shits and giggles, I’m not sure what that means but it is probably as much thought as I will give this.

No guns, I know no cunt so they are hard to get. Knives are messy. I know, I’ve got away with that before. It was fun but I must have stabbed them in the bowel or something cause it fucking stank. The gurgling was horrible and the copper smell was bad enough but the smell of shit bombed it all out. I couldn’t eat my dinner for about a week. And yes, I sneaked up on the cunt, I couldn’t have done it otherwise.

I suppose I should tell whoever is reading this why I am about to do what I’ve not decided yet. I suppose this is like a super villain in a James Bond Film, with the explanation and all.

Was I fucked by my dad? Did my mother make me lick her? Is this what fucked me up? Well no!

I’ve dabbled in a few things. It started off with drugs and alcohol and to be truthful, none of them affected me. I did a bit of shop-lifting, fucking M&S with leather jackets close to the door. What in fucks name did they expect? I got into some fights, I fucking lost them all. Some cunt even broke my collar bone! I was proud of the small murder that I have already mentioned and then I became more and more curious.

So that’s where I ended up, where I am. I think I’m looking for a conscience so mass murder is my next agenda.

If I don’t survive that will also satisfy my curiosity as I will find out what we’ve all been wondering. Fuck, I think I even stole that idea from some death row prisoner. I can’t say it as well as he did but the gist is, I’m going to die soon so I’ll fucking know what you are all wondering.

Who I should say goodbye to? I think Jimmy the Postman who delivered our mail when I was a kid, he always smiled. I caught him going down on my mother.

No I didn’t! You thought you had a reason then!! Fuck him, he’s probably dead.

I’ve gave this some thought and decided driving into a crowd of people is the easiest way to do it. I know, it’s all been done before but I’m not going for individuality. I want to leave some last words that mean something. And I don’t mean to the relatives, my victims or my family. I don’t give a toss about them. Fuck them all. Fuck you all. Analyse me to the fucking cows come home. Some psychologist cunt will probably get a paper published when they do their insight.

Whatever they say, they are fucking wrong!

This is only about me.

 

Hugh Cron

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