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An excerpt from the Saturday edition of the Greene Herald
Kurt Douglas, local lawyer and attorney, was released today.
According to police, Mr. Douglas was suspected of killing his wife on July 30th. The murder took place while Mr. Douglas was at a local restaurant with friends and family. They were gathered to celebrate the Mrs. Douglas's birthday.
Mrs. Douglas was found stabbed to death in her home. Police suspected a home invasion till they looked into the couple's insurance policy. Mr. Douglas took out an exceptionally large policy a week before the murder.
They were married for 3 years.
The police cleared Mr. Douglas on any suspicion of murder. No other suspects have been taken into custody. They are also looking for any information regarding the murder. If you have any information please call the TIPS hotline.
An excerpt from the Sunday edition of the Greene Herald
Around 6 a.m. Saturday, a 22-year-old man was found stabbed several times near the 100 block near Peak Highway.
Police were summoned to the scene and they found a man covered in blood underneath a broken streetlight.
The man, whose identity was being withheld pending next of kin notification, was said to have been walking home after a party at a nearby apartment building.
Police have questioned his girlfriend but she was released later Saturday afternoon. Police are asking for any witnesses to call the TIPS hotline.
August 8th
Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning and noticed two pages in my Diary are missing. They were torn out.
I also don't remember anything since the night I murdered T. I woke up feeling very tired and worn out. Nothing seemed out of place or moved, it just felt lived in. Like a sense of someone else being here. After I looked around and found an old notebook full of drawings and notes.
There was also a couple of Polaroids of Julie. Looks like he already did some research this weekend. But forget him. He only wants me to get caught. I can't trust anything he leaves me. He's worthless.
Looks like Vanessa is away. I haven't heard a sound from her apartment.
The hunger burns at my throat. He better not get in my way.
Kurt Douglas, local lawyer and attorney, was released today.
According to police, Mr. Douglas was suspected of killing his wife on July 30th. The murder took place while Mr. Douglas was at a local restaurant with friends and family. They were gathered to celebrate the Mrs. Douglas's birthday.
Mrs. Douglas was found stabbed to death in her home. Police suspected a home invasion till they looked into the couple's insurance policy. Mr. Douglas took out an exceptionally large policy a week before the murder.
They were married for 3 years.
The police cleared Mr. Douglas on any suspicion of murder. No other suspects have been taken into custody. They are also looking for any information regarding the murder. If you have any information please call the TIPS hotline.
An excerpt from the Sunday edition of the Greene Herald
Around 6 a.m. Saturday, a 22-year-old man was found stabbed several times near the 100 block near Peak Highway.
Police were summoned to the scene and they found a man covered in blood underneath a broken streetlight.
The man, whose identity was being withheld pending next of kin notification, was said to have been walking home after a party at a nearby apartment building.
Police have questioned his girlfriend but she was released later Saturday afternoon. Police are asking for any witnesses to call the TIPS hotline.
August 8th
Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning and noticed two pages in my Diary are missing. They were torn out.
I also don't remember anything since the night I murdered T. I woke up feeling very tired and worn out. Nothing seemed out of place or moved, it just felt lived in. Like a sense of someone else being here. After I looked around and found an old notebook full of drawings and notes.
There was also a couple of Polaroids of Julie. Looks like he already did some research this weekend. But forget him. He only wants me to get caught. I can't trust anything he leaves me. He's worthless.
Looks like Vanessa is away. I haven't heard a sound from her apartment.
The hunger burns at my throat. He better not get in my way.
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Disclaimer: This conversation was a free flow between myself and my friend Miss Pajamas over SMS who at the time was driving 60MPH on the freeway while texting.
angelo: drats!
miss pajamas: that one word just told me how geeky you are
angelo: our texts are like nerd poetry.
miss pajamas: IP. API. IBM. www. COM.
angelo: you only get one point and that's for "API" ... SSL. PHP. IRC. BBS. IPv6. NDP. ICMP. that's street cred. write it down n00b! and don't make me bust out BGP. DNS and SSH either!
miss pajamas: 404 error. Oops it appears that this link is no longer working! Sorry!
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Desperation
This is o v e r l o a d
Too damn much. Can't think, can't think ,
"Oh, fuck"
What do I do? What the hell could I possibly do?
Cornered and weaponless, I am going to die.
"Any last words?" He asks. His voice is raspy and deep.
He raises his arm. He has a gun.
My life is supposed to flash before my eyes, isn't it?
The hard drive is full, there is no s p a c e for anything but panic in my head.
And how embarrassing, I'm crying, trembling in all my cowardly glory.
Dead end. Dead end. Dead end. Oh, shit.
My hands press against the brick wall of the alley hoping for just, something.
Is this the last thing I will ever feel? Please
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Learning God
These beloveds of mine
wend their way through minefields of learning,
dig through layers of deadliness for you.
Me, too
blinded still by the glitter of my tripwire,
I dance along the edges of these cliffs
believing there is an invisible bridge, casting sand
out into the sky, ready to run along the glimmer of walkway
it reveals, assume
there is no bottom to this gorge, launch off
and grow my wings as the wind hits me in the face
and think I have help to give to my beloveds.
Maybe the difference is that
I have left the ground, and they are still pushing poles into
the next bit of dirt, mincing toward the next buried mine.
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Loving this so far :3