Piece

Looker

I didn't see the child in my dream now, just walking across the glowing globe, alone. Then I heard his voice .. say to me, "Hey!"

I wake up, I slept same as before .. after this, I gotta get a real night sleep.

It's daylight outside, just barely noon. I head up and eat my breakfast, and head outside, a fruit and few slices of bread, with some vegan meat. Easy snack that's all I need. I need to go buy more.

Heading outside to get myself more food, as I'm running out of bread and fruits.. I reach to my left side, and walk across the city plaza..

There, I see a man who is watching sports, on the near big TV screen. He jokes around .. saying, "I wanna fuck that sport's girl deep in her ass and pussy." "Man," At that moment I come behind him, hit him in the face, saying.. "You fucker, know your place trash!" He has dropped down. Fat drunk idiot, and I stomp him to death. 73 times, blood fall everywhere, the floor which is wood, gets bloody. My shoes also get bloody, I keep stomping him constantly, and repeatedly. It feels good, I love killing this perverted worthless fuck. As I finish his ugly ass, I look at the big TV, the girl got a final score, she won .. then for some odd reason, she stares at the TV. Almost as if she saw me?! I keep looking and turn away .. as she turns to face her crowd. Of supporters, I walk off. I hear a man come back .. and say, "Come on Andy, quit your drinking." "Huh?" He is confused and doesn't see him yet. Thinks he has left, what an idiot. Once he leaves or someone else comes in, they will see his fucked up head and face beaten and stomped and crushed off, and will scream their eyes out. Haha, "I grin," violence is an answer for the "evil people like him."

I wipe the blood off my shoe nearby, with my new cloth, making sure it's pitch clean. Some reason all I got is his mushed head/brain? I swear I stomped his head off and open, I did not hit his brains. Maybe I'm tired and imagining things, I put the bloody cloth back to my pocket, and reach outside .. taking my leave.

I hear someone walk by, heading to that spot. And I know what will happen and he will see next.

Grinning angry my way through the streets, I reach the market store. And buy my food. My shoes leave no marks, perhaps wearing these expect Converses is better? But I want to put them on tomorrow. I head out, munching on an apple, and end the day off.

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