/lit/ - Literature

A murder of crows feasting on the naked bodies of mestizos suspended by their broken necks from a tree both ancient and majestic. First they devour the soft tissue eyes and tongues and open wounds inflicted by our knives and bayonets and guns before they move on to the harder parts of the bodies. Warm blood drip-drip-drips from the branches whose leaves rustle gently as the crows feed upon their flesh. Eyeless faces look at me mouths agape frozen in fear. I must write this scene down before I forget. I have chosen to write these musings down on paper for the impersonality and sterility of the digital tablets and computers is abhorrent to me. This notebook is something personal a journal a blank slate of my journeys in this world bereft of design.

This is supposed to be a journal of a crazed white supremacist modeled after Gilles de Rais and Roman von Ungern-Sternberg.