tap tap troll

Drumming my fingers along the revine in my head,
i tap and tap hoping to pound the rest flat.
I let my eyes spin..

ha..let.
sure lets pretend i have control over my whirling view of the world.
ignorance and bliss or some such sillyness.

stupid fucking troll wants out of the closet...
kicked it awhile ago...
yelling at it thru the door.

claims it ran out of food, dont know how has my patience and my tact....
what more does it need to gnaw on?
then again,
i have lost my temper, well not lost...

i threw it at a whore earlier with a gutteral shout of victory. HAHAHAHA i shrilled, then thwack....face full of my temper..see i know where it went ~chuckles at the resounding thud of the toppling pride of the temper struck teacher~.


tired of waiting, maybe should just let the troll out, to slurp and nibble some tasty flesh. let it out and roll with mirth as it waxes poetic over the chunky bits of gristle caught in its yellowed gnashing teeth. listen raptly as the fiend extolls over the need for more bar-b-que pits built beneath peoples beds...

all the better to warm them thru the long nights. let him out and join him for dinner. mmmm morons and hypocrits for breakfast lunch and dinner.

fuck it,

fuck him....

dont need the troll with his whining and bitching...skip the middle..err.hmmm not man ~thinks~ thing. just hand me a blade or a sharp screw and i will fashion a portrait of loss and laughter. letting my eye find the perfect shade of intestine lipgloss and grey matter eye shadow.

i am ready for a makeover...
and what better way to remind the simpletons of the land that just because i say please and thank you doesnt mean im not wondering how many times i can peirce you with my stilletoes before you black out.


~grins, teeth gleaming in the dim light~


i would take a lovely pair of sewing scissors and slowly snip thru your spine, setting it regally along my headboard, weaving twinkling christmas lights around it, and oh what a bright and festive mood that will bring me.

then again,

if i free the troll i can sleep again, loud little fucker, always howling about some silly thing.....

im bored....

im lonely....

i ran out of puppies to split open, so bitchy.

~sighs~ perhaps free the troll, and then compete with it for ingenuity and merit of kills, like a scavenger hunt inked in blood

~smiles wolfishly~

then again,

i could just keep being as ive been. sweet, patient, thrilled to please.....



naw fuckit!



what does that get me, not laid....not paid....and not needed.


~step merrily to the door, the wood bent and warped from all the pounding, twisting the knob and unlocking the lock i let it fly open with a welcome smile~



hello dear troll. how have you been.....



oh yeah......




shit...





~falls beneath the villanious beast, teeth letting me see the vibrant hue of my crimson blood, pain keeps me interested as my body splits open~





forgot.....




cant trap a demon and think it wont eat you.


its a shame...



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