Tapped confessin of a killer...
 

May 27, 2004
The setting:

The room is chilly and dank, with a prominent odor resembling pine oil..
..There is a tape recorded sitting at the center of a cherry-wood table..
2 chairs surround it..
..In one, Federal Agent Mike Milligan stares intently at the occupant of the second chair,

Spencer Crawlings..
..Spencer is about to give a tapped confessions detailing his role in the events surrounding

the murder of a young mother two weeks prior..
..Agent Milligan presses record on the machine..
The "click" sound reverberates in the room..
..Spencer Crawlings begins to speak..


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Ur wonderin' if I tortured to death, stored pets under the porch..-
Growin' up did I cross-dress, or was I neglected as a boy..-
Haha..see, you're trying to test me as a ploy..-
When I was little, you really couldn't detect me from the norm..-
What's that noise..shut up, I'm trying to tell you this story..-
Are you judging me man..ok, the details are gory..-
It was..around 3 when I went out to the park..-
I was walking the bike trail when I saw this lone broad..-
But then I saw this kid too, so I went over to speak..-
I could barely say a word, "Go away you old geek"..-
The kid was cute, but da lady was brazen with words..-
"You god damn cunt, I outta take this razor and..."..-
Hmpf..well, I walked away but kept watch..-
The kid looked young..I started rubbing my crotch..-
Go away..who the fuck was she to tell me like that..-
Fuck dat bitch, so I followed her trail in the bike path..-
Damn bugs..making noises, shut up and let me think!..-
I crept behind her, dat bitch didn't have a chance to even blink..-
Hehe..FUCK, I grabbed her neck, he little son starting crying..-
The bones in her neck poppin' sounded like fish when u fry it..-
But I turned her around, I wanted to see her mug shot..-
Her lips quivered, skin purplish as her eyes turned blood shot..-
Don't say dat..fuck me, her drool was running down my hand..-
I let go..she fell cold-limp like wilted rose, understand..-
My boner was growing, then I snatched her son up..-
Kissed his cheek, then lay him beside his mother..-

yes

nice, i didnt get it... but it looked nice

what.......this was ill very creative... i like the way it started off to and the way it seemed like you were writing in like a journal or somthing with the date and then you enetered the drop and i liked that....something different in the mist of repetisious writing i loved this uppin for you

aye pa i was chatting wit u when u was writting this and I KNEW it would be a hot one I KNEW IT WOULD ur vocab was nice i like ur structure..and ur words were vivid...keep it going..nice drop *UPPIN*

SB