Just Bill

My name is Bill, Bill Watts. I hate to be referred to by all those other names, lacking in both imagination and originality. The "Nickel-Store Rapist", or the "Manhattan Mangler" - they're amusing at first, but I feel they take away from the meaning of the art. I mean, who the hell would know about Picasso if he were only referred to as the "Weird Surrealist Guy?" Now, stop struggling you!

There is so little you know about me, about my work, about the art. There is so little that anyone knows. Yes, you do know you're about to die, I'll give you that much, but what else? Ah, if you only knew how many hours I spent selecting you, following you, lulling you to be my victim - you'd stop giving me those pathetic eyes and appreciate your situation. Damn it, none of you understand how hard it is to have a vision! Now, now, be a good little girl, relax and maybe I'll kill you before I rape you...

Do you know of the Religion of Sorrows? I guess that's hard to answer, not having a tongue and all... Well, my luv, pretend just for a minute that the world has meaning, that it has substance, and smells and tastes - not the putrid rice cake it really is - and pretend you were free to enjoy all of these, totally free... that is what the Religion of Sorrows is all about. Feeling, tasting, engorging. After all of these lusts have been satisfied, after the gluttonous cravings have been fed - then the Nekrophytes offer more - so much more... Finer wonders than that of sex, more filling nectar that the finest wine. These dark miracles offered by the Order have a price however. There are penance to be paid, to our lord and master - Astaroth. We pierce the flesh in order to really feel for the first time. We gash our chests, and let the wound fester, so that we may smell true ambrosia. Our rituals, the defiling of the flesh, is both penance and reward.

However, soon these things are not enough, we must seek pleasures elsewhere. I seek it in the flesh of others. My favorite is young, tender skin - somewhat like yours. Untainted, unscarred, untouched. An empty page on which I can write the gospels of Astaroth. If I get on the prime-time news for this, well then that's like a Jehovah Witness that has been invited into thousands of homes at one time... I am but a follower of a greater good, misunderstood as so many great men before me.

There is so much to see my child, too bad I like your eyes far too much to spare them. The great spires of Tartarus - the Capital of Hell. To see the stygian depths of the river Styx, and to be led about, chained by the testicles, by the angelic Nekrophytes - oh, that is what living is all about. So you see, with every painful jab I thust on you, I buy myself a few air-miles. A round-trip ticket to Hell will be mine in no time. And who knows, maybe some ignorant slob out there will hear about you and have a revelation - find the path of pain, and the Church of Sorrows.

I'd love to say where you'll be going will be a far better place - but A) I'm really going to hurt you, and B) Heaven sucks! I've seen it! With boring saints preaching boring sermons, nah! "I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with saints..." Wasn't that Billy Joe sumthin' who said that? No matter, I'm afraid not even a carnival of dancing cherubs will remove the memories of what I'm about to do to you, and what you will be seeing today. Just remember, it is for the greater good.... Me...

Oh, and by the way, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take out a few teeth, I just pierced my penis and am really sensitive right now ... Hope you understand...

This looks like an ordinary puzzle don't it, like one of those novelty store kits? Turn the red thingy all the way without mixing them with the blue ones right? Well, wrong! This thing cost me my newborn son (not like I cared, but I had to keep the hooker living with me for nine friggin' months before killing her!), it's supposed to open doors if solved correctly. I'm hoping that you're the missing piece, I've tried others but they were all wrong! You will be good for me and fit, right?

And remember, when God asks you, it's Bill Watts - two T's.

I have such sights to show you....