First of all, feel free to skim.
I was staying at a friend's house who had her boyfriend over as well. We all got really high and while they were talking in the kitchen, I was on the couch, writing in my notebook (one of several creative writing notebooks that I keep). This is what I wrote (keep in mind I'm still a bit high so sorry if there are any grammatical errors):
"I want to tie them up. I want to gag them so they can only scream the most beautiful of screams: muffled. Let's face it, the don't make very pretty sounds when they can scream out loud, too. Then I'd take my razor set (I happen to have one in my backpack and I'd slice them with little cuts, taking little things, the of an ear, the tip of a nose…I'd like to punch him and kick him in the face and stomach so that he shuts up and can only groan pitifully while clinging to consciousness. Soft groans to contrast her shrill, muffled cries. I'd take a minute to pummel his groin, perhaps make small cuts in the head of his penis. She'd have her shirt halfway torn off and his pants would only be pulled down to expose his crotch. I'd then take the time to slap her around a bit. Burn her feet…After beating them both to the point of near-unconsciousness and rushing to the kitchen for a big steak knife, I'd run back so the adrenaline of seeing it will keep them awake. I'd cut at her stomach, stab him deeply in the calf. Remove his shirt and stab him somewhere on his back and lap up the blood. I'd cu her buttocks and neck with the big knife then slice away a tiny piece of nipple with a thin razor. After laying on top of them and slapping them around while they and I are naked, I leave the room. From a distance, they can hear the sound of a chain-saw approaching. They scream their muffled and wide-eyed, little screams before they are shot by tranquilizer darts from a hidden gun as I reenter the room. I untie them and leave to a different state or country before they ever wake up."
I don't remember writing this and I'm not going to hurt my friends if I can help it, I just want some outside input.

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Lol. Sounds like you should become a poet.

That way you can get high and write all sorts of shit and everybody will think you are totally profound. If you think about your English teachers in high school, you've probably come across one or two teachers who fit the stereotype I just painted for you.

Can you imagine getting a literary award for what you scribbled on a piece of paper after hanging yourself upside down on an inversion table, masturbating to pictures of jail-bait teens while stoned out of your mind on marijuana?

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