Seething Fruitation by TBA

I made the decision to not get into self-mutalation, but instead to mutalate other things, like someone talking down to me, trying to pull some kinda nasty bullshit on me.
I have several bodies hidden in the woods out back. They are only in shallow holes so they will decay much quicker than being buried deep. I also buried them alive, that way they would know what was going down before they died. I thought that was a nice little touch to my M.O.S.
There are other things I like doing to people, like breaking bones with my ball-ping hammer (I named him Roy) the hammer that is, anyway you take Roy and start out kinda light tapping on shins, kneecaps,elbows and other places like the back of a skull, those parts are kinda soft so they break down pretty quick. I put a longer handle on Roy so i could get a really good swing going, when I bought Roy he came with a standard length handle. I knew that would never do for the kinda work i needed him for .
I also like using 16-penny nails to drive in bone where Roy might have a little trouble making progress.
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I live in an isolated area far away from any town or city so i can pretty much do whatever I want outside. In my garden area I have several long seed beds that i put some of the people Roy has beaten to death. They make the best fertilizer you can imagine. All my trees and plants grow huge with the help of the people buried there.
Also found another use for all these worthless people. I enjoy using some of the bones for knife handles. I've used deer bone in the past but human bone are much better (more dense)
Jawbone from coon and opossum make decortive handles but my personal favorites are still people bone. I thought about selling some of my knives but then that might draw attention to my other little activities. So I decided to use them to carve up the people that gets a bad attitude when I tell them I'm gonna dust them off. I of course make sure their tied up and awake before I start carving on them.

Yesterday I dug up the head of one of my people and it was just a skull by now (no meat left on the head.) I cleaned off what was left of the strands of hair and stuff and let it set out in the sun to bleach for about a week.. It's very hot this summer and things break down really fast. I think I'm gonna make a candle holder outa this head, and if things work out I'll dig some more up and do the same to them. This ones name was Greg A. Sturks, and he thought he was a real badass till I broke his face like a piece of china dishware. Funny how these dumb bastards think they are untouchables. I feel like i did the world a favor by dusting off this Lice-encrusted horse-gargling Anus-biter.
If there's anything in this world I cant stand is a self-appointed genius. This pig licker thought he knew everything. But of course he knew very little. The only thing he knew well was maybe working on cars. You know (a grease monkey) big deal, too bad it didn't help him when I broke both his arms and bashed all his teeth out. I also put one his eyes out with an Ice pick (one of Roy's sidekicks) I wanted him to at least have one eye so he could see what was going on around him, as his little meaningless world slowly came to an end.
I especially enjoyed trashing this fat blob of crap. He had it coming for years. I don't know why I waited so long to do him in.

A friend of mine we all call Ratbread came by the other day, to see if I needed any help with harvesting the body parts. Sometimes i give him bones and stuff so he can decorate his place. Everyone wants to have a cool looking decor going on. Ratbread likes making lamps and windchimes from bone.
I was out in my shop working when he (Ratbread) started making weird noises outside, I thought it was the Hairy Flies starting their rmeeting without me . Ran outside and ran right into Ratbread, standing there holding the mutalated body of a small man. I yelled at him and it pissed him off more than hurt his feeligs.
We got into a shoving match, threw a few punches and then calmed down a bit. He has a really bad attitude at times and things kinda get outa hand but all in all he is a good friend.
He has helped me dust several people and I've helped him do the same, so we work good as a team.
We went back in the shop and went to work on the body parts like nothing ever happened. I like it that way, it keeps things simple.

A few weeks back, I had cooked up a plan to stalk the person I wanted to add to my seed beds and bone collection. I realized he like to take his truck to a local carwash a few nights a week . He would always arrive about the same time (around 8:30 pm) the perfect hiding spot was at the side of the carwash in a grown up shrubs and weeds. So i waited there with Roy and his Icepick sidekick until the time was right. His back was facing me as he rinsed off his ride, so I slipped quickly and quietly behind him and stabbed him in the lower spinal cord with the icepick, rammed it in about 3 or 4 inches deep and about 6 or 7 times. I'm sure it ruptured his spinal cord cause he fell like a ton of shit and just lay there in agony, he couldn't even scream he was in so much pain ha ha you worthless, insignificent speck of useless matter i have plans for you. Your gonna be praying for death but death will be held back untill the time is right.
I picked him up and dragged him to my car, set him in the front seat with me so i could talk to him on the trip back to my house. There wasn't anybody around the carwash so i was in the clear on that. I also usually use rental cars when I go out like this, so that way nobody can set a pattern for my personal ride being seen .
The little holes in his back were seeping a black looking fluid and I knew it wasn't blood so it was kinda repulsive looking and all. I like my attacks to be clean, i don't like a bunch of blood and gore left behind.

I prefer to save that part for when i get home and set things up, you know so I can put on a little show for my living victims to witness right before they die. Cool idea huh?
I dont think of any of my little shows as being goulish, i think of them as being (Art) red is a sexy color and there is a lot of red in my shows. I think if my victims could speak at the last moment of their life, they would tell me I put on a fantastic show. i wish they could tell me what death was like too.
When my plants and trees germinate in the spring they get music piped to them via a series of outdoor speakers arranged so no one gets left out. I also talk to them while i work. I think they like the attention cause they grow so fast. Of course they get the best fertalizer that can be had (People.)
The person i got from the carwash was not very talkative on the way home, kinda hurt my feelings cause i was giving him a special honor of helping the garden grow. Supply food to the ones that need it the most and the rewards are many I always say.
Anyway I placed a savage blow to his face with Roy. I think it put one of his eyes out cause there was a big hole there, but you know most people have two or three eyes anyway.

What I do I don't consider murder. I consider it a service to humanity. My friends and I are exterminating the insect infestation that has been ruining our filthy little planet for many years.
One of my friends (Billy D. Desoto) has been mentally unstable for as long as I've known him, and that is about 15 years. But because of his mental illness he has come up with some unique ideas on how to do away with the many insects that plague our daily life. he is also a member of one of our groups known as the (Hairy Flies) there are other groups that myself and my other friends are members of but more on that later.
I will introduce you to all my friends as this story goes along but for now Billy D. came up with a great idea for putting people out of their miserable lives, slowly draining their blood by a series of small cuts on their arms, legs, face and back. Bleed them into a bucket, let the wound heal for a day or two and start over.
The blood is used to paint with, you know paint on canvas for some really stunning pictures of Surrealistic landscapes. We sell these paintings to clients that we will carve up later in the year. That way we get our artwork back and more blood to paint with.
We choose our art clients carefully so we dont draw attention to our operations, but I can't tell you exactly how you know that would let the cat outa the bag.
Billy D. wears a mouthpiece that protrudes out of his mouth about 3 or so inches and has a cluster of needles at the end of a hard leather helmet that fits around his head.

The helmet ties in back of his head with straps and another cluster of needles. Both front and back needles are coated with human shit. Yes a crude form of poison but very effective anyway.
We hang people from the ceiling of the workshop with cable and heavy duty fish hooks so that they are about eye level. Sometimes we have to saw off their feet if they happen to be too tall. Than Billy D. stands between two people and rocks back and forth stabbing people with the needle helmet. He seems to be rather fond of this little game, he calls it what else but (Shit Stabbing).
With the taller people their feet make excellent ashtrays. Once the bone dries i take my dremel tool and carve a hollow spot out of the top of the foot where the saw blade left a nice smooth straight cut..
Some people that know me at work make judgements on my outward appearence. They don't know the real me, because if they did they would run like hell and never look back.
For now I'm gonna put up with their crap, but in the future they will pay dearly for their mistakes. Sure these dumbass insects think that their little friends or the position they hold at work will protect them ie: cops, city officials, buddies etc. Are you people born stupid or did you have to work at it?
My sanity is what keeps me going and so that is what fuels my desire to do what i do.

The death of sanity came for me when I was a teenager (around 15 years old.) I grew up in a small west Texas farm town where i spent alot of time running from rednecks trying to kick my ass cause I was messing around with their girlfriends, you know how that goes, can't help yourself when there's a pretty girl hanging around right?. I had a weekend job working on a big cattle ranch (W.T Waggner ranch.) I operated a Catapiller digging stock ponds for cattle and plowing mesquite during the winter months, so i had a lot of time to think about things while I was at work. I worked alone way out on the prarie miles from any one or any towns. Thats when I started hearing voices talking to me . The voices would tell me how to do certain things like (catch rattlesnakes) and build holding pens for them but make it big enough to put either other animals or even people in. I kinda liked the idea of putting people in an inescapable place with a bunch of pissed off rattlers. Thats when I started baiting some traps for a few of the redneck boys that had been giving me a hard time. It was fun watching those boys get bitten over and over by the rattlers, seems like the snakes had a fondness for biting them in the face.
After they died (The people) I would wrap their bodies in burlap and take them with me to work on Saturday mornings, find a nice place way out in the middle of nowhere and bury them.
That was one of my favorite things to do growing up in Texas. I also had rigged up a pen made out of wood and sealed off so I could put red ants in. Red ants (Russet ants) are huge, about 3/4 inch long vicious little bastards.

I made the pen about 4x4x2, then filled it almost half full of those red ants. The other half was filled with a passed out redneck covered with honey and melted candy. I guess I don't have to tell ya what a mess that made HA. I didn't even have to bury that one cause there wasn't nothing left except bones. I kept the bones and made some really cool stuff out of most of them, the rest I scattered across the prarie so they could kida add and blend in to the landscape. Even today I like painting some of those landscape scenes. They remind me of the good ole days and all my old friends and enemys buried out there in a long forgotten place. But I still remember cause I sometimes use the holding pen trick on some of the more deserving bastards that I happen to run into now and again.
I like the fact that people that wind up in those pens are still alive when they wake up. Sometimes I even give them a light so they can see whats biting them all over right before they die.
Do you ever wonder how long a person lives with either their legs or lower torso cut off? Well let me tell ya, some live for a long while and some not so long. It depends on a persons willpower to live. Some want to try and stay alive and some want to just give it up right away.