the famous lawyer

– You are lurking through the darkness Horace P Krouch Esquire – For the third straight night – What is so important that it brings you back to New York City from your case in Sea View

– You conceal your face but your large frame is easy to follow among the emaciated shadows lurking the night – Where are you going so late – Why are you moving so fast – What is in the bag – So many questions – You are an enigma

– Families and tourists are long asleep in the Big Grapple – All but the 24 hour stores are closed – The tour vans and Hudson cruise ships are all tucked away – But I want to follow you – I need to know more about you – What outcome will you get in this case – Guilty locks the Satin Strangler and Destiny Blande together in a cell – Not guilty unfetters their bond – Lets the Satin Strangler loose again to thrive – Which will it be

– New York City is littered with stragglers now – The homeless staking their claim for the night – Drunken students deciding between one more bar and a long subway ride home – Gypsy cabbies and hookers hoping for one last fare

– You mixed in with the crowds earlier – The lawyer with the briefcase – In a business suit you looked the part – Serious and meticulous and ever so important – How do you look now Horace P Krouch Esquire – In your faded jeans and sweatshirt and baseball cap – Camouflage to fit in with the rabble of the wee hours – You are one of them now – The tired the poor the huddled masses lurking in the shroud of night

– Where are you going – What could be so important at 4 in the morning – What could make you stray so far from your upper east side security to the untamed streets of the Village – You look over your shoulder – Again and again – What is it that you are looking for – What are you afraid of – Not me – I have followed you the whole way and you have not even noticed me – You break my heart sometimes – Are you afraid of the cameras – The paparazzi – Are you afraid of becoming breaking news

– The streets are darker here – We must be getting closer to your destination – How right I am – You walk down a staircase from the street to a basement door – No lights – No signs – Just a door in the shadows – Three knocks – A pause – Three more knocks – You look back over each shoulder – Are they getting closer now – The voices you hear – The demons you fear – Do they know where you are and what you plan to do – The door opens – A face recognizes you – Looks in both directions then lets you in

– I sit on a bench and wait – Other men follow you inside – One more every few minutes – They each look over their shoulders – Knock on the door the same way – Those leaving the dark doorway walk with their heads hanging a little lower – What are you all doing on the other side of that door as the rest of the world sleeps – What are you doing in there Horace P Krouch Esquire


– Barabbas

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your arrest

– All stations interrupt their regularly scheduled garbage to announce that the Satin Strangler has been arrested – The murderer of at least 40 victims – Maybe more than 50 – It depends on the station and the anchorman oration – The media tripled the body count in two weeks – 12 murders were not enough – Triple the body count triple the ratings – Triple the body count triple the viewer salivation – We want more – More victims and more stories – Gruesomes and gories – By tomorrow the count will be higher – Quadruple the ratings

– The Sea View police station is buzzing on the live feed – News vans and noose fans – They are gathered here today to marry together legend and reality – The Satin Strangler and the girl behind the story

– The population of this Lazarus town has exploded in an hour – 4AM and the rubbernecking media junkies are lining up as the ensemble cast of Act One – They pantomime behind reporters while pressing their cell phones against their fat friggin faces – Honey can you see me – I am mindless and worthless and nonetheless on TV

– A line forms near the entrance – Lemming lawyers drag briefcases and flash business cards – Glory seekers lining up to read for the part of Defense Attorney – Who will get the career breaking case – Best lawyer in a supporting role – Fictionalized nonfiction – Will it be any of them – They twist and fidget like serpents in a terrarium at the reptile house

– Police sirens mark the arrival of an impromptu patrol car parade – Maybe every blue uniform in the county – They march past the reporters – No comment – No comment – One might be the next Mark Furman but never mind if that means nothing to you today – Flickers of fame – Fifteen minutes – Furman is yesterday

– A white haired man in a gray suit is next – Mayor Mayfield the reporters call out while tripping over each other to get to him – May May the crowd chants – MAY MAY – They seem to love this man that national viewers have yet to meet – Microphones engulf him – He pivots to show his best profile – Caked up television makeup cracks on his neck – He pulls squarer than square glasses from a crooked nose and practices his smile – Once – Twice – Now the reporters will get their friggin comment – Blah blah blah

– But they are all the supporting cast – You are the star my dear – The diva in the making – The glorious object of our affections – The one to play the part of the Satin Strangler

– We crave every last detail about Destiny Blande – We will want to know everything – Where did you grow up – Were you the wild one or the quiet one – Will they say how could the girl we know do such a thing – Neighbors should say quiet girl who kept to herself – Your friends and coworkers should say I never would have suspected – Blah blah blah

– Did your parents love you or beat you – Will they cry on the air – Will they defend you until the end – Or will they apologize to the world for creating a monster – Where did you go to school – Who were your friends – Who did you date – Who did you love and hate – What did they do to you – Those awful boys – What did they do to make the girl want to kill them all – Friggin kill them all – You would kill every last one of them – And that is why we love you so

– You have been anointed the chosen one Destiny Blande – Your life will never be the same – You are now the media extravaganza formerly known as Destiny Blande – Are you worthy to be the chosen one – The police think you are – Will the jury think so – But who cares – It only matters what the media thinks – Will your story be good enough – They will fuel the fire of our desire – Why do you strangle men – How could such a dainty girl be strong enough to kill a man – Let alone more than 50 men

– Yesterday we knew nothing of you Destiny Blande – Today you are the Satin Strangler – Today you become front page news


– Barabbas

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for the satin strangler

– A heartbeat – That is what they all felt as they succumbed – A heartbeat that accelerated as they thought they had you and a heartbeat that sludged to a halt as they realized that it was in fact you that had them – The last beat to push the blood up into the neck where it stopped within your clutches – What did it look like as they passed from ecstasy to horror – What did their eyes say – Did they pass from shock through fear to full awareness – Then what – What was at the very end – Relief – To be spared the pain of it all – The pain of the act of death but perhaps the pain from their life – The last few seconds would be only yours to see – Only yours to cherish –

flying on adrenaline

– In so many ways I am you – In so many ways we are all you – As we lie about waiting to die – Waiting through our pathetic boring lives – We all want to be you – Flying on adrenaline – Tastes like aluminum Michael said – Tastes like aluminum – When the emotion rises like mercury over a flame – Rocketing through the world at breakneck speed toward our next victim – We want to be you our little princess – And you know it – That you are all we yearn to be fuels the fire of this consumption of life – Rage on as you save your victims from this stagnant world –

come out come out wherever you are

– A disappearance in Sea View – More than 20 victims for you Satin Strangler – Where is Edgar Stahl – Where is the missing demolition man – Peek a boo – But does it really matter – Not even a body yet but the media gives you the credit – They could not resist adding a little seduction to the story – How could a woman strangle men without having sex with them first – Sex sells – It gets the reporters hot and bothered – The media thrives on you Satin Strangler – They know we want more – The huddled horrid masses are insatiable – We are serial killer junkies – We want you surging through our veins – Le femme fatale – The Satin Strangler

– You are what is released when all of our inhibitions are cast away – You are what waits inside each of us – Every single one of us the devil inside

– The media parcels you out in news clips and special reports – Your body count escalates daily – Faster than anyone could kill – Faster than the friggin idiot reporters can count

– The Satin Strangler was conceived – But she needed the media to thrive – The media machine is doing its part – Forcing their version of reality into the minds of the public – Our perception is 1% reality and 99% media fabrication – We ingest television – We inhale magazines and newspapers – Internet feeds and podcasts course through our veins – These are our sustenance – These are our windows to the world – The portals into each of us – Until there is no difference seen when looking out or looking in

– Who was Kenneth Bianchi before the Hillside Strangler – Who was David Berkowitz before The Son of Sam – Before the media promoted their infamous counterparts – They were awaiting their birth as media stars – Human monsters make media megastars – Kenneth and David surpassed their predecessors in just a few hours – WHY – Because they killed in the age of television – They set the stage for Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer – Ted and Jeffrey – The greatest marketing successes of the 1900s

– But now it takes seconds – Just seconds – The internet is an amazing serial killer marketing tool – The Satin Strangler is everywhere – She owns the airways – All Satin all the time

– Yes from the media who brought you Son of Sam please extend a warm welcome to the Satin Strangler

– The media has determined every presidential election since Kennedy beat Nixon – The media paved the way for Ronald Reagan to star in the role of president – Where does fiction stop and nonfiction begin – Was there a moon landing – Are we sure – Were we there – Where did we see it – On friggin television

– An individual can only see so much of the world during a lifetime – Connect the dots between a home a job a grocery store and a gas station – Nothing more – How can we be sure about anything beyond our personal experience – We each hold just a few pieces of the jigsaw puzzle

– All we are is because of our televisions – All we will be is because of the internet – Information has passed from the telegraph to the telephone to the television to the computer to the iPhone – The I friggin phone – From days to hours to seconds to nano friggin seconds in one century of innovation – Our senses are pounded by constant stimulation – We sink further and further into the cushions of our living room furniture – Assured that our lives will be passed to us through an electronic box or a handheld device – We are a destination for a download – We are only the target for blogs and RSS feeds and tweets – Where do we want to go today – NOWHERE – There is no need

– We have a morbid fascination with the body count – When the media asks if Ted Bundy killed 20 or 40 we all want it to be 40 – Out loud we say no – Inside we know the truth – We condemn killing in modern society – But we yearn for the body count to be higher – We want to be impressed – We want to say wow with the TV clicker in hand – We no longer slow down for breaking news about gun sprees unless a record is being broken – We are numb to it all – Mundane murders are everywhere – We want something more – A new chapter in the Guinness Book – And there you are – The answer to our dreams – Amen and halleluiah and praise the friggin lord – The Satin Strangler – AAAAAAH – Finally a supersized murder spree to quench our thirst – Gulp gulp gulp

– What is your true identity Satin Strangler – We wait for you to emerge through the parting curtain and walk down the red carpet – The clock is ticking – Hickory dickory dock – Who will accept the award for best female killer in a leading media role – Will you be what we want – Will you be worthy of the title

– We know the work of the Satin Strangler – When will we get to meet the girl behind the legend


– Barabbas

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releasing the creation

– Breathing life into the clay was the easy part for you – The concept and the vision and the dream all realized in an instant – The ceiling in the city of the Pope tells the story – The painting is not about creating but of releasing the creation into the world – Allowing what was fully yours to slip away from your outstretched fingers – The creation must have been the simple part – Just a twist and a turn and a little here and a little there and it was done as you imagined – But did you know where it would lead when you started – What would happen when you let it go – Like the bird released from the cage that left for good and really was not ours in the first place –

your joy of killing

– Killing for the pure joy of it – Is that what you do Satin Strangler – Wherever and whenever and whomever makes not a spit in the oceans worth of difference to you – They are all the same – All your victims – They could really be anyone – But all men I should say – Why such drive – Why such a passion in a woman – Is it pure hatred – Revenge against men – Or just the adrenaline surge – Oh to be in your head when they approach – The victims – Oh to be in your head Satin Strangler –

serial killer on the loose

– Three seductions – Three murders

– Phillip Stewart strangled – Trashed in a dumpster in Atlanta

– Preston Jones strangled – Put to sleep in his Charleston bed

– Grant Leighton strangled – Packed in a trunk in New Jersey

– Three final chapters in one woven tale – The Satin Strangler – An evil seductress – Just what the media ordered – When will you strike my dear – Where will it be – Your next victim is waiting – So are we – Come take our breath away


– Barabbas

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