Decapitateanimals #087-095

#087: naked, evil, blackened with the sin of exhibitionism, the breeze blowing lewdly up the backs of her legs, inciting lust.

#088: themed rerun #9

#089: we are insensible, dead men, who through some trick, some dreadful magic, are still able to run and to kill.

#090: she did not know if her gift had come from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she did not care which, she was overcome with an almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.

#091: incipient saints and realized homicidals, unconscious lyric poets and mean dumb motherfuckers with their brains all down in their necks.

#092: once i met a colonel who had a plan to shorten the war by dropping piranha in the paddies of the north. he was talking fish but his dreamy eyes were full of mega-death.

#093: one species of bird sounds exactly like incoming rocket-propelled grenades; the men call them “RPG birds” and can’t keep themselves from flinching whenever they hear them.

#094: and they were killers .. it absorbed them, made them strong in the way victims are strong, filled them with the twin obsessions of death and peace...

#095: through the years our business has been killing - it was our first calling in life. our knowledge of life is limited to death.