Madman's Monologue 2 Written by Vember Judgement It was a pleasant enough move...But I wept, leaving behind the dress, and the leg...All my friends are gone now...It will be ever so much work to gather up a gaggle of new ones. I'll share my applesauce, that will do it... But they only have mocking birds out here, they won't do at all for my brew...Imagine their faces as their helpings of applesauce is mocking them. Nancy can be somewhat of a trollop if the conditions are set. He wants her to be how she used to be, and I can't very well allow him his special little Christmas. I worked much too hard taming that shrew, I'll not have him ruin it with his suave and debonair lip licking. I'm not afraid of that old Big Bad Wolf, even though he likes to stare at me from inside the mirror house in the bathroom. He stares and stares and stares and stares....I don't know what to do with him. He knows what I am, he can feel me and know all the secrets I like to keep hidden in the shoebox under her bed... He wants her, I know it...That typical male hunger is getting the better of him I believe. Better be at my best if I'm to thwart his advances. Pesky ol' Wolf's a crafty fellow, he is. Never have I gazed upon such deep sunken eyes. Evil thoughts make the pupils escape into the skull you know. I wish I could just bleed him, but the knife won't go past the mirror house door. It's too slippery, I'll end up cutting myself. Oh, and I bet he'd love that. I promised her I would never cut myself again, no matter the desire. Those people have been staring at Nancy from the railyards again. I caught them sneaking a peek over the yellow brick wall across the street. They are a worrysome lot...They add to my soggy bucket of problems as of late. I don't like them very much, they present...Options. I wouldn't want Nancy to run off in the middle of the night with one of those ragamuffins. She's mine now, and they can all just chew on pigs fat for all I care. I may need to take charge one day and take those filthy urchins out of the picture. I'm worried about doing so, because I know I'll end up making a big stink out of the whole affair. I do tend to take things too far after all, it's why Nancy only has only six toes. So many regrets that first day... I caught her setting fires again. Still a bit of the old girl left in her I see. I thought I tamed that part right out of her, but it seems the sensual dance of flames still brings a smile to her face. Her mastery of the burn is quite erotic actually. Maybe after I buy those pretty pink chains I promised her, I'll let her roam about setting small fires in the tool shed. I'll remember to keep the fire extinguisher handy for that. I find it was a mistake to mutilate myself...I have the feelings that a normal, healthy male should, but my instrument is gone. Rotting away under the neighbor's peach tree, three days old. I had to do it though, the feelings I'd get are so very odd and strange, they frightened me. Perhaps a detachable is in order, though I fear it would be yet another needless tool laying about in the house. Then again, it wouldn't be fair to Nancy if I couldn't perform my proper duties. I so want to with her...But to spoil her would be such a sin. I yearn for her and burn for her flesh. But i didn't recreate her just to be used in such a way. She's pretty now, I don't want to make her ugly like how she was before. A trollop she can no longer be. I'll just have to continue suppressing my thoughts as I normally do. Perhaps I should visit those chaps in the railyards...I'm sure there could be a few there I can relieve myself of such wickedness. Kill two birds with one stone you know. I get what I want both ways. Then Nancy can be safe. Nancy can continue being born again pure. I think she likes her new chains. But she really hates the color. The End