How to kill two stories with one stone. - Miscellaneous - http://maxpages.com/thelemicmagick/How_to_kill_two

It was precisely 6 am on the morning of Monday, September 1998, that a mentally unstable art student began the dissection of the 19-year-old man, “Zozo”. The arms of the victim were pincushion with 77 hyper dermic needles, pumping in four major preservatives, coloring agents, memory information transport fluids and some kind of sticky stuff. From the last and thirteenth vertebra, all the blood and liquid was extracted. The stomach area was carefully and delicately flapped open and the intestines removed in a gross but fascinating manner, disentangled and woven, as it were, into a small net or web and hung between pillars of the murder location, the large, magnificent doors of the Baltimore Museum of Art, in Maryland. The limbs of Zozo were then severed from the torso area, which, to my taste, was the most disgusting but not the most macabre thing that you will soon be hearing about. I myself wish I had not been present and my present condition, as a result of what I have witnessed, is delusional. He made me watch. Why did he make me watch?
Each limb was implanted with a small, highly sophisticated, binary code translator which in turn was connected to tiny speakers connected to each end of the limbs. This man is the sickest and most brutal human who has ever walked the face of the earth. He then activated the self contained amplifiers, amplifying the decoded memory info-transport substances, revealing a total confession of madness made in messages and riddles about other brutal acts that this highly disturbed art student had already committed.
Furthermore, --and this is where it gets the most artistically insane and psychotic--the artist hangs the limbs and their components splayed upon the web, imitating some unknown creature of bizarre imagination. Now what he did with the torso was the sickest thing I have ever seen. The torso had been placed on a small support, fastened to a couple of milk crates piled on top of each other like dominos. The torso was shown with varying degrees of success, depending on which angle it is viewed from either behind or in front of this grand monstrosity of a web of madness and degenerate nastiness. This was definitely not a pretty sight. It was an unimaginable nightmare made real.
It seems that this man had a passion for his work, even though anyone in their right mind would find it extremely wrong. A sin of enormous evil with disgusting motives. It was defiantly murder and if you ask me it was more than murder, it was unbelievable what kind of mentality it would take to perform such an act. This act make Manson look like Saturday morning cartoons for the children to laugh and imitate. Why did I have to be present? Why did he want me to watch and why am I so aware of the danger to society and him?
It was defiantly murder but was it art??? Art’s a farmyard and it’s your decision. Was the display as bad as blood rituals of nitsch? Or the cannibalism of the African tribes in Africa? Possibly all the wars put together could not match this. One must ask oneself, “What is art?”. I have. Personally, I find that anyone who expresses themselves, no matter in what or on what subject is making art. The deciding factor the only difference is what do your morals tell you between what is right and wrong. Personally, I don’t understand why anyone would harm another to make a piece of artistic expression. There are boundaries. Aren’t there?
As the story continues, this disturbed individual then turns his grotesque masterpiece on, while waiting patiently for the police to arrive. As soon as the sirens approach, he flicks the enter key on his laptop. The big screen, which he mounted on top of the museum, flicks on. On it, he already recorded his present and latest piece of insanity. The police stop dead in their tracks. Nearby people watch in horror to the confession of the madman. On the screen is the every episode of brutality and unnamable, unspeakable acts, plays, the whole things is being uploaded onto the Internet for all the sick and perverted hackers who have nothing else better to do. As soon as the show is over, the police come and grab me. They start to beat me with force that I cannot describe. I do not understand.
Soon after I am on all the television and all the magazines. You will find my picture on the greeting screen of AOL. I became one giant tabloid for all the world to see. People were ready to write books about me and schedule interviews with me. I was already on the death row list for the criminally insane. This is the one thing they tell me that I was present to all the murders. The proof was on the grand art exhibit that night. I don’t understand. As I talked to the brain doctor, he tells me that I have a duel personality and that I committed the crimes. Well, my other personality did. I am an artist but not of that breed. Who is??? He basically told me that I experienced all these events as the viewer and the doer, even though I cannot remember any of the murders in first person. They call me the killer with two stories with one stone.

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