Bizarre

These days, I concentrate on people, which stupidly stare at me. So, stupidly, it could be understood, after all, I really haven't ordinary style, but what especially exasperate me a lot, are people with view, which show scorn, superiority and offence. Unfortunately, they sometimes haven't even so much decency, to try to hide it. Just stare, how they can. And I still can't understand, what on my style is so damnable, or shocking. I'm very puzzled, if most of people in the middle class meet a young women dressed in leggings, mini-skirts, sequins and other stupidities, no one of them won't be surprised and won't make any strange views. But if they somewhere meet me, walkin' down the street in my dress, white tights, lace gloves and hat, they immediately will observe me, like I fell to Earth from another planet. On the one hand, I more or less undestand their reaction, my style is really eccentric for present time, but on the other hand, I think that sometimes their behaviour is innappropriate and impolite. Do I stare with open mouth at girl, which leggings show me her ass? Yes, I hate it, I think about it only bad things, but definitely haven't any reason stare at her like a spring from the couch, let alone have any blunt comments. I can't understand, how some people can behave that, where are the decency and the tact? Little children are often disciplined by their mothers to don't point with finger at person, who amazed them and don't comment persons appearence the whole street, but basically a lot of their moralizing mamas do unfortunately the same. Sure, I attract attention, this thing I don't and can't deny, but I will truly appreciate, if some of fellow citizen don't stare at me, like at animal in the circus.

Olga Hepnarová

Name: Olga Hepnarová

Date of birth: 30th June 1951
Date of death: 12th May 1975

Nationality: czech
Crime: In Prague 10th July 1973, she rode with borrowed truck Praga RN on tram stop in the street of Milada Horáková. Her intention was kill the most people. After act, she had stayed on place of the massacre, waited for the arrest and confessed everything.

Causes of murder: Olga Hepnarová stated like a reason of her crime desire to retaliate to people, 'cause they destroyed her life, about this she was irrefutably convinced. Few years before she unusuccessfully tried to commit suicide. She hated most of people around her and desire to retaliate had growned. She was a good driver (it was her job) and she absolutely rejected to think, that she had made a mistake and couldn't control the car. For herself, she wanted the maximum punishment and in the end, she got it.

Number of dead: Altogether 8. Three people had died on the spot, another three soon in the hospital and last two later succumbed to their injuries. Sad is the fact, that all of her victims was people of retirement age.
Date of conviction: 6th April 1974 Hepnarová was sentenced to death by hanging, how she wanted.

Jail: Pankrác, Prague

Interesting: (modified) OH: "I made a mistake, I forgot to shift to a lower level. If I did it, I would ride farther on the sidewalk." I recommend the book Oprátka za osm mrtvých (unfortunately only in czech)

Me and Criminology

Maybe it's a little bit surprising thing on my blog, where I prefer especially old times, but I'm really interested in serial killers, mafia and criminology overall. And I think it's good to know something about drawback of these "golden times". I don't so much care about criminology of present days, so my favourite cases about mafia or serial killers quite go with my other hobby...

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Night stalker

I was inspired by the case of Richard Ramirez

Ode to life of the lost
(Or the damned...?)

His way
can be called
“Highway to Hell”
And you don’t have to far
America, to know
his pilgrimage

Only closely read


Hardly anybody will understand
Fellow slide with eyes
hungrily to lines-
read the words
He’s convinced,
that knows all

However this story
demands more
Substantially more
I want just,
to be able to
realize it

Here is lying the truth
Maybe a little bit cruel
Bestial truth


Everybody is evil
Who claims, that not,
this lies
And he’s evil



Can we anyone take amiss
these truthful words?

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It was a horror summer
How often did people experience
rage and madness of the different?
Investigators foozled.
So far is speculated
about more than thirty victims


In shadow
of urban park
prowled the youth
Aimlessly (Or not...)
You know I’m talking about?

*steps are approaching*

Just few fast
unpredictable moves
The sharp blade of machete
will wed with alabaster
maiden neck
(Or the neck of old woman?)

*dismay*

The same script like every time
How many times?

So far you have witnesses
Pair of deathly
reproachful eyes
in drying blood
What now?
Quickly. Poke out.


I’m Satan
I’ll kill you, people

And media commented
always similarly
Killer
Rapist
Each of them
is for us the same

Mainly use
the big words
So as build up
excitement a bit
And newspapers come
better on sales

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Tell me
how it was
Hear so many
nonsense,
products of fantasy,
which shift
Your spree
to the monstrous dimension?

The night raptor was bring down
He curl into a ball
ruefully weep
and scream
And stick his tongue out
to nosy crowd

Women crossed themselves



You got the label
of human beast
This only,
what You have now
It won’t be never take away

Not even if you’ll became the martyr

Law to take shape?
Doesn’t exist

Long live to
next
and next
and next bloodshot
Victims are often enough
Everyone see only black and white
(Or perhaps red...?)

Though society
generate their villains
herself
And never
carry onus
only individual
Something here ain’t alright
This people don’t notice

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- Richard, tell me, are you evil?

Everybody of us is evil,
how we well know

- Answer my question, please

*gently cynical laugh*



Yes
I’m evil
Not for hundred percent...
but I’m evil

- What can you say more?

The world have been fed up
with truthless informations ‘bout me
and my actions

- Who are you?

*short break*

Just a guy
Just a guy...

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Who would think
about simple wisdom
in these words
After all it’s lost time
It was uttered by the killer

Possible exponent
will be lynched

Welcome to the twenty first  century!

There isn’t a place
for Your distinction

We are sorry, go away

Don’t search the way beck yet,
anyway you don’t find it

And...
Take care of yourself, young man

Sateen

Whip out your swords,
war begins!
Battle of feelings
Uncommon battlefield
in the middle of soul
There's no escape yet
Every of us
grip the gun
Every of us
beat as you can

My love is forceful
like a chieftain
My love is cruel
like a foe
My love is springhtly
like a small kitten
My love is tender
like a morning touches in the hair

I misunderstand
you misunderstand

In the field scattered
of corpses
wounded
and dyings

Among them
lying in grass
Out of his lips push out
the last breaths,
on the face flow down
drops of sweat
with blood


In the wishful desperation
pray the God
to live another morrow

*hefty laugh*

- It was a nice afternoon, captain!
And give the hand for salute...

Fashion inspiration from thirties

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Welcome in Disneyland

There is one of my poems (I think that it sounds better in original, but what can I do, czech isn't world language)

In the blue house
on the suburb
quietly standing a man.
Slowly sipping his tea
dreamy in last thoughts,
blending in cup by tail of the match.

You’ll die,
whispering bubbles,
which leaked from the liquid.
Shutters furtively opened
nodding with creak
-back and forth.

However on wallpaper
existed the red blot,
and under next
and next
and one more.
Eyes of the secret visitor
slide down right deeply
to the shady splash.

Oh God.

But the killer stayed in cool.
That was unexpected.
Then he walked up nearer
and now was felt his chill.

Almost within reach.

I don’t die alone,
told to those repulsive bubbles.

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