O: Cult of Fawn

It was the best day of my life. Sitting in a college class-room with
an Indian guru teaching, I inhaled wisdom. He revealed to us that
Socrates, Jesus, Ghandi and Martin Luther King were the greatest
thinkers ever. I asked him if we could add Kurt Cobain to the list; He
loved that.

Afterwards, I wasn't listening. My mind was between the legs of
beautiful Fawn, who was bucking and moaning. My mind was in my finger
the night before, penetrating her ass-hole and coming out with the
delicious smell of shit.

After the lecture, I was on the street, singing love songs loudly, not
caring who was walking by. And a bicyclist drove toward me quickly,
rudely, coming dangerously close to me. As he rode past, I bumped him
gently, sending him directly into the way of a passing semi-truck. He
was dead.

I explained what had happened to the police captain. "It was
completely his fault. You're free to go," he told me. I walked out of
the police station laughing madly: our first sacrifice.