Partibel Slotkin
Partibel Slotkin contemplates a murder.
Why does he treat me this way?
He draped his toilet parts on my shoulder whilst I was in my reading chair.
He cornered me in the larder and smeared my face with pork dripping.
He assaulted me with his bass flugelhorn deep into the night.
He investigated my coal cellar without my permission.
He surprised me by coming into the bathroom.
He dipped his sausage into my party batter.
I am going to kill him.