Was speaking to a woman earlier on Instagram about the severed heads tombstone in the New Laigh Kirk in Killie toon centre. She said her young daughter had said to her one time that she wished she could have attended a beheading by guillotine way back in days of gory yore.
This inspired on of my infamous five-minute wordspurts, which anybody who knows me will be familiar with. I just made the blatant the latent sexual voyeurism of spying on something so vile. So, eh, aye, ma usual. I only had a couple of typos, was quite chuffed at that, though I may have taken some artistic licence. But when yer in the grip of a brewing wordstorm, you don't have time for historical veracity research. 😉
This has graphic sexual and violent imagery. At an execution. Fancy that.
"God, what a horrible thing to want to see! Mind you, it would be an abstraction to a kid, no real conception of the horror, pain and misery involved, the sweaty feverish scared praying prisoners, the shouting up for mercy to an empty conspiratorial sky, the grinning toothlicking executioner behind a mask, the aroused erotic bloodlust madness of the sexual-groaning crowd, the jeers, the catcalls, the prisoner mockery, the tipsy flasher bump-and-grinds, leering death solidifying in the frenzied no-oxygen air, the charges read, the trembling shoulders pushed down into the Maiden's hot waiting gulping mouth, the wooden stock clicked down into place, the frenzied terrified condemned man writhing, the hand on the cord, the hushed expectant murmur of the cowed crowd assembled to not be denied justice and entertainment and peak sexual arousal, the hands run up expectant thighs and pussies and cocks in expectant nihilist kill-him reverie, the cord released, unhesitatingly clunky metal death rushing through the air, the fat meaty terminal clunk of murderous iron in bone and flesh, the screeeech of released life, the finally quiet head hitting the basket, the hot gushing comespurt from the newborn neckwound, the bloodspraying onto the loving-it upturned faces male and female accepting gratefully the legal murder facials owed to them since lowly birth, the orgasmic roar of ecstatic tension release, the jarring cuntgush spasms, the eerily airy fluttering of flags of perverse death fetishists flying free in the warm death-breath-release winds, the head proudly held up high by the erection-sporting executioner, the cawing of voyeur crows on the frowning laughing Ayrshire winds, the crowd bucking and writhing abandoned falling around drunk on the giddy endorphin rush of their gore-inspired climaxes, undeserved justice is disserved, the still-pleas-mouthing head drops into the basket forever...and we all...fall..down."
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