work, meat is meat, and can I have a volunteer from the crowd.

[wickthorn]

I am no longer the corporate puppet doomed to forever dance to the song of tom thumb clerk. Yesterday my manager came in and gave me some shit about some stuff I hadn't got done the day before. I said I didn't get it done cause 1. I was working on other stuff I needed to get done and 2. That other stuff took too long with all the customer interruptions and by the time I got done it was nine o clock, I'd put in my twelve hours and I was damn well ready to go home. She snapped back about how I always make excuses about the customers. I thought my fucking job was about customer service dammit. I'm a clerk. So as I stripped off my smock I let her know that I had quit. Good luck to her since she just lost two employees. . . no, I am not making fun of my size. . . just the fact that with the incrediblle amount I have been working that I covered two peoples shifts. So, now that I have time I can keep this journal thing running a little lengthier and we can see if I have anything worth saying. I was sitting in barnes and nobles the other day and I read this interesting true story in one of those guy mags. The story was about this guy, who back in like 1989 decided one day to go out and get a young black prostitute. They had dinner, went back to his place for sex, and then he took her down to his basement and chained her up. He kept her, and serviced himself on her regularly. So he went out and got another one the same way and chained her down in the basement too. He did it again and again and again, until he sorta had a little harem of about 5 chained, topless, young naked subserviants in his basement. All these women were fed was dog-food. As forms of punishment for his harem he had a little hole in the basement floor. Whenever they weren't acting like they should he put them in the hole. No during a punishment where one of the girls was hanging by her wrists, the girl died. Vexed as what to do with her, he dragged her upstairs and the other captives then heard an electric saw. SO for their next meal the young ladies were greeted not with just good ol dog food, but dog food mixed with the flesh of the recently deceased. SO of course this freaks them out and they refuse to eat. One of the girls is brought to the kitchen where she is shown the girls head stewing in a large kitchen pot. SHe goes back and tells the other girls and they all become even more terrified. So then he punishes them all, puts them in the hole and pours water down there with the. Then he stuck a live wire in and bingo, another girl is offered a not so happy end to the savagery. With his harem being depleted by his punishments, he finds himself being mislead by one of the girls. She, his "trusty" will be brought to the outside world where she will once again meet him at a designated spot with a new girl. This is the promise made to him and he agrees. Once she's set free she hightails it to the police station and the guy is caught, recently he was executed. The survivng girls are sueing over the treatment and unrecoverable hearing loss due to having a screw driver erupt their ear drums. If successful they will share the mans money, beleive it or not, he was well off. So this is a horrible story, and I'm just letting those of you who know me and will read this thing a little bit of whats on my mind. I don't condone or reccomend these actions. However, a few things get stuck in my mind. First, I have always been curious what human flesh tastes like, and I assume that being a normal person others have wondered. Is it like chicken, or beef? Perhaps a pork or a duck. Put in the circumstances I would have eaten sans dogfood. I'm sure the guy would have been obliged to serve it straight up if asked. I mean, my curiousity would be quelled and I wouldn't ever have to actually commit a crime. No one would judge me, they would look at me as a survivor, not a monster. Throughout all that horror, I see this unique opportunity in their story. The second thing I noticed about the story is the "trustys" clever deciept of her captor. It just goes to show ya, you can never trust a woman. That said my attention turns to something that just can't seem to keep itself out of the paper, the jessie arbogast shark attack. You all know the story, little 8 year old jessie was playing in the water and a 6 foot bull shark attacked him severing his arm. The shark 200 pound shark was then wrestled to shore by the boys uncle wehre it was shot and the arm pried from it's gullet and reattached. Jessie is slowly recovering form the sever blood loss. So what I find so intriuging is, how did the uncle wrestle the shark on to shore? It's amazing. WHat I propose to you, my friends out there in live journal land is this. I need one or more of you to be my safety. I want to go out into the shallow water at dusk or dawn, smelling of fish and wearing shiny swim trunks. I want to be attacked and then I want to wrestle my attacker to shore. I think that being older, larger, and stronger than jessie, also since I will be anticipating attack. . I will have a good chance at beating the opposing shark. I wish that someone just be close at hand in case i find myself on the verge of being thwarted. If one of you wants to play the game, thats great, we can take turns, but no two on one-ing. One shark for one person to be fair. Please let me know.
Peace
Bear