he just blurted out some things of course that
Scrag is alive and must be in a room somewhere. no one cherishes
being on vacation eternally, They
just stay for a while
so that they cannot be
caught

"he looked different"
doubter "new suit or new
curtains maybe"

some time ago
do you remember
well, being red just like in the Mystery
i bet you, right now he can't find Scrag
within. he buried Scrag in his garden and now he strolls about

in the middle of the road
to go back and be able to see what (s)he is doing
new adventures

very carefully two young people
by accident
the owner outside her door of Plants
eating, as promised

unfamiliar through the same Fence
just a moment in Their garden
with His bed of roses in her mind
that wasn't great. that was very sad.

past, though i would try again
i believe
he's probably too careful for that
At that time we had reached the fence
even more careful
that the
man nor syringe nor poison remained. at the time he was
tying roses he felt cheered on

"please come back"

a lack of tools
on a difficult occasion in his occupation

"excuse me"
excuse me for interrupting you
where the older one went

he Is

courage sinks in great confusion; on the
end of the road only panting disciples
might be better to be afraid of him
walking in a thoughtless maze
is great when you're afraid
it is easier to lose yourself

"after all of this, do you really think Scrag is on vacation"
of course not, he is on Deep Contempt

Scrag, pensive
turned questions around
after all it would have been stupid
on occasion not to accept
running towards the future; catching with a
stern frown i will
begin. i will look very innocent
i will look
how they always do. only the brightest one looks innocent
do you remember the man in the Mystery
he couldn't stop himself from looking at his bed of roses
over and over again; there he buried his victim, he
Had to look at it. they noticed that

"i don't believe you should go
back it seems rather dangerous"
he could still keep his poison
close to him imagine
how dumb it would be to go back
that he is a killer

seriously
i don't believe people like him will **** twice
in a row. you can **** without
being clever but you cannot **** everyone
who passes by
What i mean is that almost everyone who meets someone new dies

cut open
dead
no mask, i have gotten a little reckless

And then he found his Plan that
poison was
gardening wanted
to run away fast, remained dead and
buried

"done?" question of red
hoarse

"oh, there are so many ways you have"
careless also
buried i think that is how most people
end up

a sudden Plan -of course
and the interest
so he could
dig then bury then
get and then dig up
what he hid there. for weeks he had been
digging
he is really very clever i would never
weeks beforehand no
i would
and i tried to
hide him somewhere
a very clever man

taken
by his lips; inanimate; rather than
clinging on to the criminal
of his kind
"i wonder what he would say if you asked him"

lowered, the whole smelled of desolate
loneliness. in dreams, for a while, they kept
hanging over the fence, but it's less fun to hang
over it when there's no one to send you away
anymore. So i keep on
walking

"i wonder where he went" red being
Meditative
of course he killed of course he poisoned and beat
and shot

"poor old Scrag"

he had no trouble catching her because
she couldn't run away
"but then why did Scrag ****** her"

"you think there is only one single reason to
****** someone" red being Stirred
if you had read all those books
mixture of red and I, you would know there are a
myriad of reasons to ****. i bet you Scrag
hid himself
the other found him
that
dreadful sound
kept him from sleeping: it made a hole in
Scrag

"why not?" a murderer must ****
someone, otherwise he wouldn't be a murderer
there are those who are crazy like you or anyone
crazy about collecting. there might
be a good reason for it though. he might
know that one of us
knows
nothing

because we all
drowned when our ship sank
that's how it went with the Mystery
not one of us has a
shipwreck to show
for everything i say

tired

there is not at all
pressure to tell us
wat happened
tonight i'll ask if maybe she
drowned

and probably they will say
they've forgotten about him long ago but i bet one of you
wanted to ****** him

unmentionable
don't even bother
for some time there was no reason to be suspicious
maybe it wouldn't even have come up, but then
on a certain day they found the two
completely empty

then there came a long period of passion
enticing stories
the books were given away and
the interest slowly
melted too, just like the owner dreamt
every day
about the two of them, they would hang over the fence
until he sent them away. after that they left

it is possible that the owner in the
past had had much to do with
age and nature. the moment they were hanging over the fence
she would wave fiercely and imminently with the
syringe. at once
these events kept the interest
alive
"i would want to buy everything
he puts his syringe in"

killer? he looks exactly like those kind of people, who
spray venom on others
do you remember the man in the
Mystery, whose rake
was poisoned? i think he is exactly someone like that
it's probably best we ran away so much. i bet you
if we hadn't
we wouldn't be alive right now