Murderous thoughts determined to push me to a permanent state of =
Insanity. An insanity concealed but very much present, waiting to be =
Released upon all. Those who deserve, and those innocently taken are =
Now victims of a disease with no prejudice. No one is protected from =
The mind of a madman determined to bring upon harm. Death is more =
Sevear for those vulnerable and weak. I have no patience for =
Stupidity. No one can determin when their life will be taken, so why =
Live your last days weak and feeble. I know to kill once will lead =
To killing again, to find which form of death is more pleasurable. I =
Often thought of mummifying the victims to create a new trend of =
Serial killing. The thought of bodies hangin, stripped of their =
Internal organs for longer preservation, left in the woods for =
Unsuspecting wanderers to reveal. I have not yet decided if the =
Heads should be trophies or sold for use in occult rituals. If =
There’s money in it, you can count me in. I often thought of =
Dismemberment. How many limbs can be severed before death? Using =
Different body parts from different victims to create one demented =
Masterpiece. I would feed human flesh to my next unsuspecting =
Victim, making sure they enjoyed it, to prove cannibalism isn’t far =
From any of our minds. Animals eat animals, man can eat man. Why do =
I think this way? It’s only getting worse.
