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 From The Journals of James Steiner
TxM6: The Misery of Country Life
JOURNAL May 30, 2003

By Sean Farragher

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Chapter One

An old girl friend called this morning, and Ma lied to her that I was not
home.

I screamed so loud and punched my mother in her back. My sister Mary heard
it, got up and screamed at Ma. I hate being a bully, but sometimes you have
to stick up for yourself.

Mary loved my old girl friend, Michelle, and in the old days, before my
sister got pregnant, my girl friend, sister and I would fuck all night drunk
on our ass in some motel.

Michelle didn't care that Ma had been my first lover, and she had no problem
with sharing, but when Ma put a dirty dildo in her purse that disgusted
Michelle. Fact is, she opened her purse in the teacher's lunchroom, and it
fell out. She was a teacher's aid, and was so proud of the job. She almost
quit she said when the teachers laughed at her.

Still, I could not leave my mother, as there were dire consequences if I did
not come home to sleep in my own bed.

Ma knew that lying to Michelle would cause a huge fight considering I had
dropped Michelle off at her own house at 2AM. The bitch had wanted me to
visit, but I refused. I knew if I didn't get home, my mother would cry all
night. She would run to my room, crawl in my bed, and write on the walls in
lipstick. Not only would the poems curse, but also she would draw crude
pictures of cocks and cunts.

Michelle knew this, and had years ago tried to make me give up Ma. She knew
she couldn't. I saw Michelle occasionally now. We have sex at a motel and
she beats me with a bullwhip when I am in he mood. I hoot and holler,
Michelle builds up the sweat and we have a royal sex festival like in the
old days.

Yet, I know it should not be a really big deal that Ma fucks with my life. I
get so angry when she tries to make me do her mind. Ma knows that I cannot
control my temper and she knows if she kept in my face, I would smash her.
Once I got back from prison, I was in charge. Well, almost. Ma controlled
the money.

Sometimes I wonder if any of his happened. It all seems like a bad movie.
When I touch my sister, mother or my nine year-old niece, I get this surge.
That is why my niece lives with her father in the next county.

Let me tell you more about my mother. On one of her visits, she whispered in
my ear that she was horny, and could I find a place for us to have sex when
she visited. I only have one regret, she said years later. I wished you were
older before you went to reform school. She told me she wanted another
child.

Ma was only 42 when I got out of jail. She was 29 when I was sent away. She
kept saying that was the best years of her life.

Now, Ma is 46 and I am 27. My sister Mary is 22. She was 18 when she had our
daughter Sunny now 4. Soon Mary will have another child, another girl the
Doctors say. We will call her Janet I suppose after our dead mother.

There are a thousand stories I could write down in my diary about my mother.
I suppose I will with time. Bottom line: Mother possessed me.

I know she killed June my twelve-year-old friend when I was nine. She
drowned her. It was easy, and besides that, she made me watch and I did sort
of help. The police suspected Mom, but I told them that I did it, and my
mother simply cried and did not confess. Why lie about something so
important? Ma had a head on her shoulders. She told me that I would be out
in a few years, but if she went to jail, it would be for life. It made
sense, and besides, you can get a good education in jail, she said.

They finally are letting me out. Cured on my 23rd birthday. That was five
years ago. A lot has happened.

Ma, Sis, and I had a little girl. We call her black sunshine, or sunny for
short. She is the joy of our life. After Sis got pregnant, just after I got
home from prison, Ma gave up on that old coot she would fuck for a hundred
once a month. I also got Ma pregnant but she had a miscarriage, and they had
to remove her ovaries.

Mom was a righteous mother in some ways. She never missed a scheduled visit
while I was in reform school. Oh, they called it a Youth Correction
Facility, but it was a home for kids who murdered others. I didn't murder
anybody, but in that hell, I did once when this silly, frail boy set fire to
my bed. I was not punished. I lived a charmed life there as I worked in the
office writing letters for Madam Manager who had used me as her sex toy.

I found some lighter fluid in the manager's desk. That night I snuck into
the infirmary. I poured the shit over the stupid crud's face, and lit it.
What a fucken fire. He screamed; I watched. I didn't deny doing it, but the
people in charge always alter the facts. They change facts why can't I? I
love the bullshit of shrinks. It makes me laugh, and I imagine I am a phony
psychiatrist or a Mafia Don, and murder is my business. Yea, I did more to
the kid. That night I snuck into the infirmary again. He was in horrible
agony so I cut off his cock.

The Department of Corrections psychologist, Dr. Martha Wilson, said that I
needed "special understanding." All abused children need help she told my
mother. After meeting my mother several times, Dr. Wilson told me she didn't
believe they the family regularly practiced incest. She claimed I imagined
it. She told the Medical Board "that what I did was justified by
psychological events that I could not control."

What no one knew?

The Manager of the Youth Facility and the Psychologist were lovers, and they
both enjoyed seducing the older boys for something extra. I know this is
true as I watched them make love while me and some other boys fucked them
second. I had to fight off some boy who wanted to fuck my ass. I hate having
sex with boys. What do you think I am crazy? Who could want to be queer?

To sum up:

I love Sunshine and I hate Ma. If I had a chance (meaning I get away with
it) my sister and I agree that we would murder her, melt her into scrapple
and soap. Survival is the strongest call of nature, my sister says. Sis is a
very smart woman. She graduated from High School last year. I was glad I
could attend. She was pregnant with our second child. She told everyone that
the bartender at Jody's had her with child.



July 1, 2003

Today would have been my mother's forty-seventh birthday. My sister and I
have buried her bones on the bridle path out by the knoll back of the Evert
farmhouse eight hours ago.

No one had lived there since old Lady Evert turned up dead five years ago. I
love that old creepy place. Teenagers knew it as a place to fuck your date
if you could stand the ghosts creeping on your back while you did the dirty.

I not only liked it for its history, but I liked looking at it.

If you passed it on Old Bi-pass Route 92, you could see it from the top of
the road. None of the kids around here mess with it. It has been called the
House of Death and worse.

Old Jessie York claimed that ghosts live there and that she goes to talk
with them every full moon. Well Jessie York was a spinster at 40 and very
lonely. Who knows what lack of sex can do to you.

When I first got out of prison, Old Jessie had asked me out there, and I
went along.

When we got there, she said, that if I had sex with her in the chicken coop,
that I would live forever. She was a thin, dirty woman with ugly teeth, but
I did it with her, and when I finished, she fell on her knees and waved at
the moon. I screamed at her to stop, and when she didn't I beat her until
she did stop. Next week, she begged me again. Told me she never had a better
time, and not to worry, she can't have kids.

Last year, squatters moved into the house. Two weeks later, the State Cops
fished them and their kid out of the lake. Coroner said they had not
drowned. I saw the bodies. I broke into the funeral home and played with
them. I loved doing that. I had always wanted to fuck a corpse, and that
night I did. In fact, the bodies were missing limbs and their tongues had
been cutout. I fucked this dead woman about thirty-five and had been almost
full term pregnant. I got on top of her and I heard that baby cry inside. I
love it. It was a cold fuck, and she smelled of chemicals, but I got it into
her and came fine. I even kissed her face and put my tongue in her mouth. In
fact, I stayed around and fucked her ass later.

Beth Freehling the old town librarian said that when she was a girl, she
would visit the Evert boy. Once when she was out in the barn, a ghost raped
her. Nine months later, she had a kid that looked like no one around town.
Alien talk was heard, and then the Evert boy owned up to her parents, and
said he was the father of the child, everyone said, well that figures. Who
knows? Kid sure doesn't look like him.

Last Winter Will Evert returned home to Williamsport. He opened the house,
said he was going to pay the back taxes, and the township was happy, but
month later he was in a terrible car accident. Now, he didn't croak, but his
living remains are kept at the VA hospital. Folks there say he will never
get out. He screams all night now that he is scared of some creature that
punishes him. Funny thing, he can't walk. He was always a queer one. At
first, he refused to be drafted, and then enlisted, and came home with all
sorts of medals. I hated him in school as he always kicked my ass.

Once, when we were 16, I started a rumor that he was giving Mr. Johnson
blowjobs in the faculty men's room. I almost got that asshole Johnson fired,
but he had an alibi for one of the times I claimed I had seen him blow
Evert. Stories got confused, and then I made the mistake of adding at the
end that he had sucked my dick too, and finally no one believed me but my
sister.

When Sis, Mom and I drove up to the old house this morning, the front
windows hung partially open crisscrossed with cheap plywood that left open
spaces where rainwater had damaged the house causing part of the first floor
to collapse.

No one cared how it looked. No one would ever live there most figured, so I
knew it might be a good place to buy for my sister. The new farmland would
add to my profits, and my sister and my niece could live there and take care
of the house and the barn. Mary had wanted for years her old stake.

I told Ma it was the least I could do. Yesterday, the four of us drove the
twenty-three miles from our place to find out if the house was worth saving.
I knew the land was worth it without the house, and I felt that Jack
Thompson, my hand and I, could rebuild her easy.

Ma kept talking about how the house was haunted. She yelled at Mary
something fierce, and my sister finally took Ma by the wrist and pushed her
down. She kept telling Ma that we were buying the house and land, and that
was it.

Ma got up and said her final no as she put it. Mary was furious and pushed
her down again. Hate to say it, but I enjoyed watching my Mom die. I didn't
care one way or another to tell the truth. She has run our lives all these
years, and now I had a chance to run Mary's and our daughter. I really had
not thought of murder this morning before we rode out to the Evert place. It
just happened, and I know that this will help solve many problems.

My sister and I would live in the new house, and Ma could be by herself
boiled into soap. I knew Ma figured that. She told both of us that she would
not let us alone. She knew we were sick as she put it. Ma should know. She
had sexually abused both of us all our lives, and only in the last ten years
had she stopped. She changed and said she wasn't interested in any more.

My sister was crazy, and I knew it. I saw the way she killed chickens. She
didn't do it easy, but like to rip off their heads and laughed while they
scampered around without a head. Sometimes I would fuck her while she sucked
off our big black lab.

Getting back to Ma, Sis, my daughter and myself.

I have to admit that I had eyes for my niece. I know she was only four, but
she had a sexy butt when she sat on my lap. Sis told me that she had better
not find me fucking with her daughter until she is at least ten. Of course,
Sis was hysterical.

I had thought the matter of buying the house settled, when Ma and Sis went
down to the storm cellar to see if it was dry. Ma finally listened to reason
and agreed to buy the land and get a loan to fix up the house. I was glad Ma
had changed her mind.

Half an hour later, I heard horrible screams. I ran to the cellar, and my
sister had Ma tied up, and had chopped her hands off. Ma screamed and bled
bound with belts so she would not bleed to fast.

Sis held our daughter. The little girl had a bare butt. My sister claimed
she had peed in her pants when Grandma screamed just before she cut off Ma's
hands and one leg.

How did this happen I asked Mary. I thought Ma had agreed to sign the loan
papers. No, she was lying, and I knew it. I asked her if you could live with
me at the house. I guess that was a mistake. As soon as I asked, she said,
what house, and told me that she would never sign off on the house. She
screamed that you were hers, and she would throw me out. We fought. It was a
short fight. I knocked her out and tied her to a kitchen chair. I wondered
where you were, but when you didn't show up, and she started to wake up, I
cut off her hands with the knife we use to butcher steers. I kept telling Ma
that I needed a place to start up, and Ma just dug her heels in and kept
saying No even knowing that she would be dead soon.

As my sister told me this, I felt like an observer, but frankly, the whole
show excited me. I was glad Sis had taken things into her own hands and was
killing Ma. After all, Sis and I were stuck. We could do nothing with Ma.
She owned the farm where we lived, and no one would loan us money to buy the
land unless Ma approved.

I left our dead mother with Mary while I took my niece outside to look for
pussycats I told her I had seen in the old hen house. Mary told me to get
her out of there. She said she had some extra clothes in the trunk of our
car. Get her cleaned up and dressed while I cut Ma up.

I told Mary that I wanted to fuck Ma one more time, and would she wait.

When I came back after finding no pussy cats, my daughter dressed in too
large blue jeans and her mother's panties. Sister got in my face and
immediately asked if I had fucked with the little girl's privates, but I
lied and denied it.

Then we put our daughter down in front of the TV and Mary blew me. I begged
her to not make me come, and she stopped. I raced over to Ma's body and I
got between her legs and let the load go.

Mary got down on all fours and sucked Ma's pussy, and I told Mary that I
wish I had remembered to bring the camera.

Mary and I cut Ma into strips and boil them as one does beef lard during a
butchering. While Ma literally cooked, Sis and I made love and Baby Jane
crawled in the playpen set up next to two mattresses Mary had found in one
of the bedrooms. We were just an average family making do with our fate.

You might wonder why I hated my mother. No, I am full of shit, I loved her.
It was her time to die. Every spirit in that old fucken house told Mary and
I what to do. After all, it was a sunny day, and the temperature outside was
warm but not too hot for July.

Tomorrow, I will tell you how Sister and I plan to cover up the murder. No
one liked Ma in the town, and I am sure I can get Dr. Jeffers to sign a
death certificate if I lay some money on him.

One more thing: I am pissed off at my sister. She has been missing since we
got back after the murder. She had better watch out.








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(c) 2003 Sean Farragher
http://www.seanfarragher.com

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