Today is the most important day on our Estate. The day of the execution most antecipated in all those years since the death penalty came through. We will cover the event with details. Stay tuned with us for furt *…*

I had no reason to stay tuned. It was over. Nothing they could say or add on television would be helpful. Probably they made some big history up. A fancy tragic one so they could sell for some serious money. Funny. It´s all about me and I won´t receive a single coin from it…what a shame.

After 16 years since my first kill I was finnaly caught. Here I am. Death row. Went on trial and confessed my 248 victims. Quite a portfolio I´ve made.

It´s irrelevant to explain how I´ve managed to get caught. Quite late for that.

– Convict. It´s time. Would like to see a priest and do your final prayers?

– No use. If god ever exists he knew what I did all those years. Maybe he probably enjoyed most of it.

– I can´t believe it…god have mercy on your soul.

As we walk towards my certain doom the time seems to slow down…10 yards corridor turn to be 300 yards. Hard to explain why i am feeling so dull…numb. Maybe I can´t feel what I was supposed to feel right now. Regret, fear, sorrow…anything like that.

Here i am. The bed is up ahead. Where they will tie me up so I can get those lethal injections. 3 simples steps. First some sort of numbing substance. Second one to stop my breathing and…forgot the third one. Guess I will find out on my own.

After they tie me up a window open. They said that once, people would come to see my execution. I don´t mind really. All I ever wanted was to be myself in front of everyone. Now i´ve blew everything up, no point in hiding. I will give myself that…at least.

My sister…she´s there…wha-at…? Why she would be here…I…no…

She´s looking at me…with such compassion on her eyes…sorrow…rage…a mixture…beyond my comprehension…i had no intent to bring that on her…

Her face…devastated for the last months since i´ve got busted. What have I done? I deserve to be on that bed…but she does not deserve to watch this…

No use…it´s late…I am so tired…maybe death can mean some rest…peace…I don´t know…

– Any last words? We are about to start. Do you want any explanations? I can explain what will happen with you, if that brings any comfort.

– No…just tell…Sister…I am sorry. I could not control it…

– Very well. Let´s begin.

It´s it. I have a few seconds left…I can feel the needle sting…that sensation…numb…I can…what is that…

My dad…he´s sitting on the corner of the room…with a sad glance…perhaps he´s feeling guilty…he knows that we know who he was…like me…he knows he made me that way…he…

The second sting. I can´t breath…its hard to…I…

No matter how much you aprecciate life…you will always hunger for more when facing certain death…I´ve got no regrets…

Time to close my eyes…peacefully…

Time to let it go…slowly…

Time to end it.


It´s official. The most savage serial killer of our history died today, by 3 lethal injections, at 9:45 pm. Coming next details of his life, family, history and child*…*

Bem que gostaria que a série Dexter terminasse assim. =)


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Lixo da Vez - Ronaldo o FENOMENO?!

Oi, queria agradecer ao espaço cedido pelo amigo e também entusiasta da copa, Bocadoogro.
Vocês sabem que eu sempre fui brasileiro desde que nasci no Brasil. Gosto muito do brasil e vou curtir muito assistir a copa do meu telão de cinema na minha casa lá na europa.

Mas vim aqui para um assunto mais importante. Essa palhaçada toda de protesto a respeito de usar dinheiro da copa para fazer hospital. Amigo, repito e disse, não se faz copa com hospital! Precisamos de estádio. Esse dinheiro que foi pro estádio não iria para hospital. Se não fosse pela copa o estádio nem o hospital existiria.

Vocês reclamam de hospital, não entendo! Sempre que fico gripado ou preciso de médico o Sírio-Libânes tá lá de boa. Não entendo essas reclamações. Neste ponto eu apoio meu amigo Pelé, grande sábio. Vamos esquecer essas bobeiras e focar na copa.

Grande abraço para vocês, do Ronaldinho Fenômeno.


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