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Yet another retrospect from Culrik's "Filth Column". Published straight to a tire fire, according to the man himself.

[SATURDAY THE 26th. BEFORE DRINKING. ENOUGH ANYWAYS.]

"I'LL STRANGLE YOU. I'LL STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH YOU TWO-FACED FUCKFA-"
I heard the sound of loud violence being done to somebody. I decided I'd already had enough of the day that I could ignore it because it wasn't in my line of sight. This is the way these people were ...

Another excerpt from Culrik's "Filth Column" auto-journal. Publishing considered, but mostly dismissed.

[SATURDAY. JULY 17th. SOMETIME EARLY. PROBABLY AFTER 8:00. P.M.]

The owner of the first apartment on my kill list had said that I could have a look at it whenever I wanted to, and naturally, I’d planned to take advantage of that as much as God would let me. God (or some dragon-version of God. I don’t know how this works on here) had done the deed of ...

First excerpt from Culrik's "Filth Column" auto-journal. Publishing not yet considered.

SUNDAY. ROUGHLY 8:15 P.M.

I was somewhere between the barstool and the edge of the dancefloor when the dizziness began to take hold. A mediocre Top-100 boogie rock song was playing from the speakers. Most of it was the man repeating "you ain't seen nothing yet", though I suppose that there was something between the repetitions, but it was mostly sappy love song ...