Sunday, January 9, 2011

A poet.

“I sat down to think things over a bit. While I was sitting there, a  little kid about eleven or twelve years old came bumming around. He was  looking for something. He found it too. I took him out to a gravel pit  about one quarter miles away. I left him there, but first committed  sodomy on him and then killed him. His brains were coming out of his  ears when I left him, and he will never be any deader.”  Carl Panzram.

“I sat down to think things over a bit. While I was sitting there, a little kid about eleven or twelve years old came bumming around. He was looking for something. He found it too. I took him out to a gravel pit about one quarter miles away. I left him there, but first committed sodomy on him and then killed him. His brains were coming out of his ears when I left him, and he will never be any deader.”

Carl Panzram.

"
and he will never be any deader" - damn...

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