halloween mayhem in new orleans

[crazycloud]

holy shit.. i seen this guy around town a few times and met the chick before… it is like some macabre lovecraft story or something.. one of those times we’re reminded to watch out for fucking sick fucks///
i wonder if he actrually thought about eating her, after having sex with her corpse…

‘Times-Picayune’ Exposes Macabre Murder/Suicide Story

By E&P Staff

Published: October 18, 2006 2:40 PM

NEW YORK In one of the most bizarre stories published anywhere this year, the Times-Picayune related today the story of the tragic end of a young couple in New Orleans: the man jumped off a hotel roof in the French Quarter to his death – after killing and dismembering, then cooking, his girlfriend. This was strange, even for New Orleans, and the newspaper noted that it reminded some of the city’s “macabreâ€

[fata morgana]

This is sick and definitely not new.

[my name is lisa]

"Puddin’ Taine " wrote:

one of those times we’re reminded to watch out for fucking sick fucks///
i wonder if he actrually thought about eating her, after having sex with her corpse…

hmm..they are out there..

[tonas]

Crazy.

[girl]

"deepsIush " wrote:

I really think Erin the great should read this. She is going out with someone highly suspicious, well let me tell you the gossip.

Well go on now. Dish it out deepsoupstain!

[crazycloud]

is his name richard rameriaz?

[crazycloud]

heres a better article. on the whole mess… i think it is better to spend more time talking about the good the victim did in life rather then dwell on the sick-o… it just tells you to watch the fuck out these days, you never know some people… what is really sick is why couldnt he have just shot her like everyone else around here… ugh.

Victim had embraced Quarter’s bohemian lifestyle

By Laura Maggi. Trymaine Lee and Paul Purpura
Staff writer

After moving here in 2002, Addie Hall dove into the free-wheeling, late-nightlifestyle of the French Quarter, writing poetry and talking religion until dawn, even doing occasional cartwheel on top of the bar at the watering hole where she worked.

She came from the comparatively bland environs of Durham, N.C., after informing her then-boyfriend that it was time for her to move on. Like many others who gravitate to the city’s bohemian epicenter, the Quarter fueled her artistic streak — writing, ballroom dancing and decorating her apartment with random found objects, friends and acquaintances recalled Thursday.

“She was a little stick of dynamite,â€

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