O: Cult of Fawn

It was the best day of my life.

Sitting in a college class-room with an indian guru teaching, I
inhaled wisdom.

He revealed to us that Socrates, Jesus, Ghandi and Martin Luther King
were the greatest thinkers ever.

I asked him if we could add Kurt Cobain to the list. He loved
that.

Afterwards, I wasn't listening. My mind was between the legs of
beautiful Fawn, who was moaning and closing her legs on my head. My
mind was in my finger the night before, penetrating her ass-hole and
coming out with the delicious smell of shit.

After the lecture, I was on the street, singing love songs loudly, not
caring who was walking by.

And a bicyclist drove toward me quickly, rudely, coming dangerously
close to me. As he rode past, I bumped him gently, sending him directly
into the way of a passing semi-truck. He was dead.

I explained what had happened to the police lietunant.

"It was completely his fault. You're free to go," he told me.

I walked out of the police station laughing madly. Our first
sacrifice.