Full Brutal

by Kristopher Triana

“People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts; no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.”

Women look rather beautiful naked (provided they aren’t pigs or trolls). Men, on the other hand, just look gangly, hairy and awkward, like they’ve been made from the less desirable scraps left behind after the creation of women.

Murder was the life-changing moment I had hoped for when losing my virginity.

then I was coming, coming like I had never come before, coming as Mr. Blakley’s dying breath went up inside my body, a simultaneous hello and goodbye to his unborn child.

is no power as thrilling as being able to completely decimate another human being, to demoralize and deconstruct their very soul until all that’s left of their fragile sanity is frenzied, blurry tatters. It makes a girl feel like a goddess.

I beat him and beat him until my knuckles hurt, and then took his flaccid cock and squished it up into my blood-slicked pussy, climaxing as he died still inside of me.

I’d always taken offense to the negative view many have of killing one’s self, that it’s some sort of defeat or the ultimate sin. I admire people with the strength and determination to check out of this burning sewer.

People keep others from jumping off the ledge because they don’t want to have to scoop brains off their front porch.