I am tall and I am thin. of an enviable height. and I've been known to be quite handsome. from a certain angle and in a certain light. well I entered into O'Malley's. said: "O'Malley I have great thirst". O'Malley merely smiled at me. said: "you wouldn't be the first". I knocked on the bar and pointed. to a bottle on the shelf. and as O'Malley poured me out a drink. I sniffed and crossed myself. my hand decided that the time was nigh. and for a moment it slipped from view. and when it return it fairly burned. with confidence anew. well the thunder from my steely fist. made all the glasses jangle. when I shot him I was so handsome. it was the light it was the angle. huh! hmmmmmmmm. "neighbours!" I cried "friends" I screamed. and I banged my fist upon the bar. "I bear no grudge against you". and my dick felt long and hard. "I am the man for which no God waits. but for which the whole world yearns. I'm marked by darkness and by blood. and one thousand powder-burns". well you know those fish with the swollen lips. that clean the ocean floor?. when I looked at poor O'Malley's wife. well that's exactly what I saw. I jammed the barrel under her chin. and her face looked raw and vicious. her head it landed in the sink. with all the dirty dishes. her little daughter Siobhan. pulled beer from dusk till dawn. and amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke. but she pulled the best beer in town. I swooped magnificent upon her. as she sat shivering in her grief. like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall. in whale's blood and banana leaf. her throat it crumbled in my fist. and I spun heroically around. to see Caffrey rising from his chair. I shot that mother fucker down. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yeah yeah yeah. "I have no free will" I sang. and I flew about the murder. Mrs. Richard Holmes she screamed. you really should have heard her. I sang and I laughed I howled and I wept. I panted like a pup. I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes. and her husband stupidly stood up. he screamed "you are an evil man". and I paused a while to wonder. "if I have no free will then how can I. be morally culpable I wonder". I shot Richard Homes in the stomach. gingerly he sat down. and he whispered weirdly " no offence". and then lay upon the ground. "none taken" I replied to him. to which he gave a little cough. with blazing wings I neatly aimed. blew his head completely off. I've lived in this town for thirty years. to no-one I am a stranger. and I put new bullets in my gun. chamber upon chamber. and when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes. I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows. and as I shot the youthful Richardson. it was Sebastian I thought of and his arrows. Hhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I said " I want to introduce myself. and I'm glad that you all came". and I leapt upon the bar. and shouted out my name. well Jerry Bellows he hugged his stool. closed his eyes shrugged and laughed. and with an ashtray big as a fucking really big brick. I split his skull in half. his blood spilled across the bar. like a steaming scarlet brook. and I knelt at it's edge on the counter. wiped the tears away and looked. well from the position I was standing. the strangest thing I ever saw. the bullet entered through the top of his chest. and blew his bowels out on the floor. well I floated down the counter. showing no remorse. I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter. recently divorced. but remorse I felt remorse I had. it clung to everything. from the raven's hair upon my head. to the feathers on my wings. .....squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw. with it's golden hairless chest. and I glided through the bodies. and killed the fat man Vincent West. who sat quietly in his chair. a man become a child. and I raised the gun up to his head. executioner-style. he made no attempt to resist. so fat and dull and lazy. "do you know I lived in your street?" I cried. and he looked at me like I was crazy. "O" he said "I had no idea". and he grew as quiet as a mouse. and the roar of the pistol when it went off. near blew the hat right off the house. well I caught my eye in the mirror. gave it a long and loving inspection. "there stands some kind of man" I roared. and there did in the reflection. my hair combed back like a raven's wing. my muscles hard and tight. and curling from the business end of my gun. was a query-mark of cordite. well I spun to the left I spun to the right. and I spun to left again. "fear me! fear me!". but no-one did cause they were dead. Huh! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. and then there was the police sirens wailing. and a bull-horn squelched and blared. "drop your weapons and come on out. with you hands held in the air". well I checked the chambers of my gun. saw I had one final bullet left. my hand it looked almost human. as I raised it bravely to my head. "drop your weapon and come on out!. keep your hands above your head!". well I had one long hard think about dying. and did exactly what they said. there must have been fifty cops out there. in a circle around O'Malley's bar. "don't shoot" I cried "I'm a man unarmed". so they put me in their car. and they sped me away from that terrible scene. and I glanced out of the window. saw O'Malley's bar saw the cops and the cars. and I started counting on my fingers. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah one. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa two. Aaaaaaaaaaa three Mmmmm four. O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar.