Domestication Kills: Twitter Contest Entries

This week WeKilledAmandaPalmer.com ran a contest on our twitter page (@WeKilledAFP) where we asked our followers to describe in one tweet (limited to 140 characters) how domesitication killed Amanda Palmer.

A winning tweet from all entries would be picked to win this spiffy “Domestication Kills” magnet by Paula Picard from Post War Trade (http://www.postwartrade.com/products/domestication-kills-magnet):

Domestication Kills magnet


To enter the contest each tweet had to contain the twitter hashtag #WKAFP and had to be submitted by 11:59pm on Wednesday 8/26. There were no entry limits - as long as you were being creative and having fun!


Drum roll…

Congratulations to @lovehound for the clever, yet gruesome domestication death tweet:

laying there on the floor, watching the blood flow across the linoleum, amanda felt a tinge of guilt about leaving a mess behind.



Thanks to everyone who entered the twitter contest, we’ll be sure to run some more so if you’re not following @WeKilledAFP on twitter, now would be a good time to start!

Also don’t forget, the WKAP Book Death contest is still going on - you have until September 5th to submit entries (click here for more information)



Here are all the entries for the Domestication Kills contest in the order they were received:


sholmes672 she ironed herself to death. All that is left is an iron print on her face. or an iron sticking out of her head (ouch)

ajekofalltrades With enough pills, they’re all pliable, dead flesh.Her,she only had to be choked the one time & she snapped like a burning bra strap.

ajekofalltrades that was supposed to be an insane husband talking, k? Not me! Just letting the creativity flow.

ShiversTheNinja Her husband asked her to tend to the fire while the guests were out of the room. She never expected him to push her into it.

ajekofalltrades
Dishes washed,children watching TV, he with HER at work, the Bell Jar on the nightstand & slipping down to greet her, an old friend.

sanarose
Dresden Dolls singer died today in her home. Husband, author N.G. is said to have found her in the garden, stung to death by bees.

RachelCraves
While simultaneously cooking & cleaning, AFP slipped on the freshly mopped floor and fell onto a meat cleaver. She’s no June Cleaver.

RachelCraves AFP was just weeding her garden when she fell into an open grave. Now the worms fertilize more than flowers.

Ardna55ac A delectable meal,indeed. Check the turkey…SLIP! Her brand new pumps and undetected cake batter on the floor didn’t mix.

Alkalune
The children’s muddy tracks on the carpet were too much for AFP and she drowned her sorrows in a bottle of bleach.

ajekofalltrades
Little did he know & little did it matter. Domestication kills, she wrote upon the letter, knowing that soon, she’d feel much better.

PGFShady
Who the hell would say that trying to stop a fire of burning oil with water could kill you. Such a terrible lost. R.I.P Amanda Palmer

ajekofalltrades THe voices said there was a magical realm through the portal at the back of the stove. She tried in vain to explore it.

ajekofalltrades In a dog collar, leather straps & little else, bloody & broken, her ragdoll body surprisingly beautiful. A scrawled sign, “Play Dead”

insignifikunt Domestication didn’t kill her, but it bored her to the point where death seemed the only way out - she hung herself with hubby’s tie

Lexeme
Her life in her husbands hands. He gave her all she desired, & it was desire that drove him, to wrap those hands around her throat.

desired_waste
Domestication killed AFP by putting her head in an oven. Didn’t you see the button?

lovehound
she weighed herself down/with heavy things from the house/and jumped in the pool.

essers
Domestication killed AFP, turned her into just AP

lovehound mr. palmer had had enough. he had her in his sights, and was gunning for her. “locked and loaded,” he said to himself. “here i come.”

johndpoole
suddenly, from out of the blue, the Winged Steed swooped down and knocked the gun out of mr. palmer’s hand with his hoof

johndpoole
while Granny Scythe went Old Testament on Mr. Palmer’s ass with her flailing scythe!

lovehound
kinsey thought mommy was being funny at first, because kinsey always thought it was funny when people fell, but mommy didn’t get up.

lauriepink
She would have lived, if she’d just given in. There would have been treats, massages, long walks. That damned, damned choke chain.

lovehound
miss palmer regrets she’s unable to lunch today.

cyndaelle
I’m sorry, Amanda can’t come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, she’ll get back to you. Eventually.

charliespats
What could be more tragic than the loss of cookiedough for cookies?Nothing, she thought.Nothing. She dove in to taste what would never be the same again.

BuoySirUs She would have lived…had it not been for the timebomb hidden in the laundry hamper.

lovehound
skeeter johnson rang the front bell, then went around back when she didn’t answer, where she hung from a tree like a chinese lantern.

ajekofalltrades
Her note read,”I’m not gonna live my life on one side of an ampersand.”Red, elegantly exploring fingers, tears on her porcelain grave

lovehound
mix bleach with ammonia, wait for chlorine gas to form and hasten asphyxiation. wonder how long it will take husband to find you.

CourtneyFG
i did it! she told herself the bin goes to the curb. but has she stood by to admire, the garbage truck forgot to brake and, crush.

cyndaelle
Men are filthy creatures my dear, but you really shouldn’t have mixed that ammonia with the bleach while cleaning his bathroom today.

cyndaelle
The cold night called for a hot bath. Candles, music & wine. Unfortunately, she left the CD player on the ledge, & jump went the cat.

lovehound
paring strawberries, she let the knife slip along the inside length of her forearm. her flesh parted quietly. buddy barked to go out.

ajekofalltrades
She wouldn’t listen. I said sit. I said lay down. I said roll over. I said beg. A choke chain helped, but she just. wouldn’t. listen.

johndpoole
When suddenly, the Winged Steed kicked in the door and quickly applied a tourniquet, using his big horsey teeth…

lovehound
in the end, the vacuuming pushed her over the edge. she wrapped a cord around her neck and jumped from the second-floor railing.

lionl
She took the revolver and pulled the trigger on the kitchen, blood splattered over the granite countertops. The trophy wife act, over

lovehound
she sat in the dark, the garage closed, the car running, thinking about everything she had to do, until everything slipped sideways.

lionl
Amanda thought the closet would be a nice place to die. Surrounded by colorful fabrics, she took the final pill. So long, Mrs. Palmer

johndpoole
When suddenly the Winged Steed swooped down just beneath her and … aw, you get the story…

lionl
Fire, you say? She just didn’t want the neighbors to see the mess of dishes that last night’s dinner had left.

lovehound
she dropped the babysitter off, then drove back home, parking outside. “crazy” was on the radio. bobby’s .57 magnum was in her mouth.


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Rockstar Death Tweets

I suppose next time I should specify tweets murdering AMANDA, not just random rockstars.  We still got some good stuff in.

Winner:  megajim:  “’scuse me while I kiss the sky,” she said, tossing her martini into the steward’s face and yanking open the airplane door

physigory: Amanda’s drink was spiked ~ with liquid nitrate

sourlullabies: your heart stops beating in the midst of shooting more heroin, as a groupie performs sex acts for you w/a sandwich from catering

xenjn: accidentally being dropped while crowd surfing at the greatest concert of your life and breaking your neck

loved_up_ferret: Miss Amanda Palmer. Strangled by a guitar strap wrapped around a piano stool, a line of coke untouched on her left inner thigh

042: I decided I should be shot out of a cannon into a volcano after death. Then I decided it would be cooler to off myself that way.

Mandaz087: motorcycle off empire state building into epically ginormous cake while strapped to exploding fireworks & blaring “chariots of fire”

dunnogr: my answer remains the same…I didn’t kill Amanda Palmer!  Don’t listen to my cellmate.  I don’t even know what a “kaiken” is…

weepydonuts:  the hotel balcony gives way due to the weight of ten groupies performing heroin fueled sex acts on you and each other

kurometarikku:  throwing a TV off the balcony of a hotel slip on the mirror you were cutting your coke on and fall into a pool.  Drown in spandex!

Yagathai:  overdose after shooting up Keith Richards’ cooked-up ashes

Yagathai:  eaten by a rabid mob of Japanese fans, who dip handkerchiefs in your blood and wear them as a badge of honor

taylweaver:  police believe excessive popping of flashbulbs caused the misstep.  As she fell, her guitar brushed the footlights and ignited.

SavannahWest:  Amanda doing a show atop a building, suddenly she stops singing, falls off the building, investigation shows she was drugged…

Shadehouse:  some psycho burnt down the yoga joint, the pens returned to her back. I took to her neck with a  ballpoint til I heard a crack

jazzyguy13:  he doused the guitar with his bottle of Jack and set it on fire, but was too wasted to notice how much he’d spilled on himself

jazzyguy13:  When a guitarist and drummer battle it out, axe vs. sticks, while hopped up on adrenaline and acid:  neither come out alive…

molly_j_moon:  beheading via platinum record discus style, garotted with guitar string or impaled on all of a row Grammy’s/awards

molly_j_moon:  Drowned in a pool of someone ELSE’S vomit! While on a toilet! In a boat! Mrs. Peacock, in the yacht with the vomit!

tiarlova:  the crowd was in a riot, wanting the show to start.  It was just afterwards somebody found Amanda trampled to death in the mud

skull_duggery:  expectations for Obama are so large that a portion of the world explodes into small pieces of hope buttons; Amanda found dead.


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Tumblr Murders Part 1

So we spontaneously asked our Twitter followers to kill Amanda Palmer in 140 characters or less.  The most creative is taking home a signed poster from Ms. Palmer herself.

The winner: @fatesapprentice:  It wasn’t my fault… I only jumped out of the alleyway to surprise her with a pony! She stepped back, the bus was speeding.

And many more murders below…

@briarlaboheme:  it was professor plum, in the billiard room, with the lead piping.

@bluethrash:  Future Amanda time-traveled and met past Amanda, thus causing space-time to collapse, and that’s how AFP erased herself.

@cyndaelle:  Her eyes were glassy as I wiped the blood from my bow.She never saw it coming, poor dear.The stiff hair cutting through her delicate neck.

@sourlullabies:  Things dont look the same anymore.The look in her eyes as she gasped her last breath- not as easy to wash away as the blood was

@bluethrash:  The old buzz saw on the conveyor belt routine. Head first.

@dharma_punx:  There was a beautiful irony watching her clutch at the piano string taut around her neck - it was like watching embers fade…

@kurometarikku:  “Whats she doing lying in the road?” “I think she got hit by a bird, it went Meep, Meep” “Yes, AFP was killed by Roadrunner!”

@bluethrash:  Each time she died, AFP found herself waking up in a new nightmare, as the events of her book came true over and over again.

@musingsR:  Dropped bottle of wine/She was playing underneath/I said oops, sorry

@weepydonuts:  Clove cigarettes… She could not resist. The glass of brandy I poured… She should have.

@cynsheis:  your telling me this now? she reached to hit him, thats when he opened the car door

@insignifikunt:  Her body lay face down,her fleshy brain exposed.Not more than 100 mtrs away & in perfect unison a chant could be heard “brains”

@cynsheis:  the bitch stole my lipstick again i helped her wash it off in the tub…a bit too enthusiastically? she aint said a word since

@cyndaelle: Her eyes were glassy as I wiped the bow. She never saw it coming, poor dear. The stiff hair cutting through her delicate neck.

@chainmailchuck:  A safe fell on Amanda’s Head. It’s safe to say, she’s dead.

@charliespats:  Killing her was easy. We burned the body and ran.The hard part was the awkward conversation when we saw her again the next day.

@AmyliaRose:  She drank the wine as if there was no poison. Her screams were drowned out by her choking.The white piano keys were stained red

@insignifikunt:  for years they said:wax dont shave your eyebrows. Now its too late. She lies still, bloodied razor in hand, eyeball vanished.

@bobwait:  “The music stops, and the lady dies; arrive at 8.” We had been invited to a murder mystery. A game — or so we thought…

@insignifikunt:  thanks to yoga they fit her nicely into a guitar case,guitar string around her neck. The side of the case read nickelback.

@CourtneyFG:  how was amanda to know that it would be fatal? it seemed like a good idea to rig fireworks to go off when she played the piano.

@invein:  later,they would notice her brightly painted fingernails,her perfect hair. like she had known,and wanted to look good for them.

@_Fable_:  As the dark water rose over her face she stirred; too late. A tendril of blood drifted upwards while she sank away to the deep.

@definitelyemily:  Screams echoed from the trapdoor, followed by a hollow thud. Curiosity didn’t kill the cat, it killed Amanda Palmer.

@sourlullabies:  She looked like a fish out of water as she wiggled & writhed until she went limp, all the while I never loosened my grip.

@DoktorMocha:  As I pushed her over the edge I softly said, “Goodbye”. She replied, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” and died.

@taylweaver:  I didn’t mean for you to fall so far. A miscalculation. But you were right about the pie. Sorry you missed it. I ate yours too.


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