Cokburger

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serial-killers-101:

“Dear Boss

I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha. The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn’t you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good luck.

Yours truly

Jack the Ripper”

bunnybundy:

fyeahcreepyshit:

The Tower of Silence

January 19, 2003 —
Indian officials ventured into a deep jungle, investigating several missing persons reports from a nearby city. What they found was a “Tower of Silence,” or dakhma. Zoroastrians use these sites to dispose of bodies in the open air.

While sites like these are not uncommon in certain parts of india, several peculiarities hint at something more unusual…

1. None of the bodies depicted in the photograph were identified. Villagers from nearby, though initially surprised at the sheer number of corpses in the dakhma, proved unable to recognize the bodies. The corpses also do not match the descriptions of the missing people.
2. There were no animals around except for maggots and flies. Zoroastrians rely on birds (i.e. buzzards) to dispose of the bodies, in the belief they are contributing back to the Earth. Officials found the corpses relatively untouched by any sort of animal.
3. There is no official count of the bodies. In fact, little work was actually accomplished at the site and, perhaps, this is why only one photograph has emerged. Officials avoided the spot - not only because they felt uneasy looking at it, but for the following, as well:
4. The deep pit in the center of the photograph was filled with several feet of festering blood - far more than the bodies on the outside could ever supply. The stench was so unbearable that many of the officials began to get nauseous when they first approached the dakhma.
5. The expedition was ended when a villager accidentally kicked a small bone into the pit, penetrating the coagulated surface of the pool. A massive burst of gas from the decomposing blood erupted from the pit, splashing those looking into it, along with the photographer.

Those caught in the explosion were immediately sent to the hospital, where they were quarrantined for possible infection. They became delirious with fever, shouting about “being tainted with the blood of Ahriman” (the personification of evil in Zoroastrianism), despite never having admitted having any familiarity with the religion.

In fact, many of them had no idea what the dakhma was when they had found it. Delirium turned to insanity as many began to attack hospital staff until they were sedated. The fever eventually killed all of them.

When officials returned with hazmat gear the following day, the site was empty. All the bodies had been removed and, astonishingly, the pool of blood in the pit had been drained. All that remained of the incident was this photograph.

Wait, what the FUCK? Is this for real?

serial-killers-101:

Letter written by Jack Trawick to Britney Spears

My Dear Britney Spears,

Seldom does a talent like yours come along. Your voice could make the angels cry and the devil become pure and sweet. People like Charles Manson would melt his ice-cold heart if he would just let your music flow over him. You truly are a role model and an idol to most adolescent females. You not only touch their hearts but you give them a reason to celebrate.

However, I am a sexually motivated serial killer and if it were up to me I would strip you nude, tie you to a bed and taste all of your femininity. Once I had ripped your pussy almost out of its hiding place, and while you were still conscious and aware of your surroundings, I would hack your grape sized nipples and your finger sized clit from your then non virgin body and make you eat them.

Next I would slowly and methodically strangle you just to the point of unconsciousness let you revive and start the whole process again. Eventually you would become a blonde, brain dead zombie. You would beg for death but I would deny you of that relief. Eventually your once sensual body would shake in your final death spasms. I would with the artistry of a skilled surgeon disembowel, dismember and behead your now useless body. I would scatter your individual body parts in the four corners of the earth. You would leave this earth totally unceremoniously and without any earthly markers. One day you are Britney Spears rock and roll singer the next day you would be little more than road kill.

You were born a dick sucking, pussy licking, cum drunk common gutter slut. You live as a dick sucking, pussy licking, cum drunk common gutter slut and you will die a dick sucking, pussy licking, cum drunk gutter slut.

You are on T.V. as I write this. And as I watch, I can think of no greater joy than to ravish and mutilate your selective surgery, silicon, body. You say that you are a virgin. Most likely you have been hopping on dicks since you were wearing juvenile diapers. Regardless of what you may think sucking dick and taking a hard wanger in your butt is sexual.

Well good luck in your career. If the singing gig runs a bit stale – you can always be a porn queen. 

Just think the next time you go anywhere I could be there waiting on you. Before you get carried away about all your security and body guards and blah blah blah no security is absolute.

Looking forward to our first meeting,

J

P.S. Write ASAP. Please send some lingerie photos.

How sad is it that I can recognise Jack Bauer’s hand.

Brotherly Love.

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squaresome:

fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

Aboriginal rights activist, Australia

This is Gary Foley. This photo was taken in 1971 during the Springbok tour of Australia. For more info about the history of the Aboriginal rights struggle, check out The Koori History Website, an amazing resource, that Gary created and read more about the story behind this photo.

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violent-buddhist:

Words, he’s good with them.

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