Such a horrible thing, a very horrible way for mother to die. How could someone do such a thing? They tried so hard to say that Guy did it but I was too clever. WHAT THE FUCK IS DOG DOING NOW?? Why would Guy ever want to keep his mother's breasts in a shoebox under the bed? I can wrap the police around my little finger, I have some vocal cords wrapped around my little finger right now. Not so chatty now, are you, my love? That Sally girl at the hardware store. Smiling at Guy when he bought the chicken wire. Smiling at Guy when he bought the duct tape. All guy wanted to do was to play nurse on her, but she had to play hard to get. Games. Always fucking games. I've got a game for all you who like playing around, its called FIND YOUR EYES IN 10 SECONDS. How can it be 10:30pm? Time for bed. Why does Guy stay on so long. It takes Guy longer to sleep when I do this. So many rituals....

Guy felt a little low on cash today and thought he should go and take some out of the bank. Actually, from a banker. I cut it out of his pocket on the elevator. He had a nice face. I will go wait foe him tomorrow out side his house on the corner of first and main, don't look for me. I found some old pictures of Guy in his little policeman outfit earlier!!!!! Oh how Guy so wanted to be a cop!!!! Then they locked me up in that camp for bad boys. Now its just Guy alone in the world. And Mother. Is that you, mother? No its just Guy in mother's underware. Bad Guy. Such a little bad boy.

I am getting turned-on just by thinking about you reading my weblog, I can tell you that. Trust me, it's not true I make it all up for you, just like they make up where little boys and little girls come from with that stupid stork thing. Lots of things turn me on - Trepanation, clown pictures, resisting, yeast infections - but sometimes I have to learn to control myself. Mother caught Guy pumping devil paste out of his peanut one day and made me sleep in the dog kennel. I never liked that dog. The way it looked at me when I made it lick jam off my peanut. He was judging me. I hate people judging me it makes me tick. I made a sock puppet out of it's esophagus. I still haven't made my Myspace page so people can't contact me, gosh Guy get your ass together. I just want to meet a nice girl. Or a boy. Where was Guy last night? Why? I was in mother's nightgown...

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.