Piece

Looker

I didn't see the child in my dreams now, but instead, I was just walking across a glowing globe, all alone. But then at that same moment, I heard his voice .. say to me, "Hey!"

And then I woke up, and I slept the same way as before .. but after this, I gotta get a real night sleep.

It's daylight outside, just barely noon. I head up again and go eat my breakfast, and after that I head outside, a fruit and few slices of bread, with some vegan meat. Its an easy snack, and that is all that I need. And I need to go buy more because I am running low on it.

As I head outside to get myself more food, because I am also running out of bread and fruits.. I reach to my left side, and walk across the city plaza..

After I get nearby a bar lookout, on my right side as I cross past it, right there, I see a man who is watching sports, on the roundy chair near the big TV screen right at the desk counter. And he jokes around as he says, "I really want to fuck that sport girl deep in her ass and pussy. Man," At that moment I come from behind of him, and he can't hear me due to the noise from the TV, and he doesn't pay attention to anyone or anything but the TV, and I hit him on the head with my right fist as hard as I can, and he drops towards the floor from his seat and I say to him, .. "You fucker, know your place you trash!" And he has dropped down on the floor. And I look at him and notice that he is a fat drunk idiot, and I start stomping him in the face repeatedly with my right shoe as hard as I possibly can, at least seventy three times, his entire face gets crushed apart, and his head breaks open, and I can feel his broken face and head beneath of my shoe, and his blood flies off of his head everywhere, and right down on the floor beneath of us which I realize is made of wood, and it gets really fucking bloody, and my shoe also gets super bloody, but I keep stomping his crushed off face and head regardless of that constantly, and repeatedly. And it feels so good, because I love killing this perverted and worthless fucking fuck. And as I finish his ugly ass, his face and head has been completely destroyed, and his head has been broken in half, and I get off from him as I take my shoe off of his destroyed face, his blood gets on my shoe and stains it, it feels like a glue, and I look at the big TV screen, and I realize that the girl he was talking about got a final score, and she won .. then for some odd and strange reason, she stares right at the TV. And looks right at me. Almost as if she saw me?! I keep looking at her but then I turn away to my left side as she turns to her right side to face her crowd. Of her supporters, and I walk off from the scene and leave the fucked up scene and murdered fat fucker, behind of me. And I hear a man coming back to the counter .. and say, "Come on Andy, quit your drinking. Huh?" I look at him slightly behind of me as I turn at me left side a little bit. He is really confused and doesn't see him yet lying down on the floor dead. And he thinks that he has left, what a fucking idiot. Once he leaves his counter or someone else comes in, they will see that fat fucker's fucked up head and face that has been beaten and stomped and crushed all the way off, and they will all scream their fucking eyes out. Haha, "I grin," violence is an answer for the "evil people like him."

After I walk off from the area to my right side as I was originally going to go to, I wipe his blood off of my shoe nearby, with my new cloth, while making sure, that it is pitch clean. For some reason, all I got is his mushed head slash brain? I swear that I stomped his fucking head off, and his face open, I did not hit on his brains. Maybe I am just tired and imagining things, I put my bloody cloth right back into my pocket, and I reach back to outside again .. as I take my leave.

And as I do, I hear someone walk by me, and they are heading to that spot were that fatso fucker lays dead in. And I know exactly what will happen next, and what he will see next.

As I grin angry and walk through my way on the streets again, I reach the market store. And I go buy my food. And I notice that my shoes leave no marks behind of me, perhaps wearing these expect Converses is better? But I want to put them on tomorrow. After I buy my groceries, I head outside again from the market square, and the shopping center, and I take my apple out of my bag, and then I start to eat it, I like them golden, after I eat my apple, I end my day off.

Weirdos, and lame stupid freaks piss me the fuck off, your kind is better off dead.