'Now then! Come closer guys, come on, stick your hand on my crotch, or somewhere just as comfortable, its okay. Just tuck it in and get settled, 'cos tonight, I'm taking you on a mission!

The type of mission you have never and I do stress, NEVER ever witnessed in the flesh your very self. This is highly unorganized and just as equally excellent.'

And it begins…

Most mothers don't want to kill their daughters. I cannot imagine her, or my father, wanting to kill me...

But I can 'imagine myself killing them....'

[pure] [unequivocal] pounding of human flesh, against some sort of twisted metal or perhaps the

sound of the hammer,, clapping back, and then ..boom..

Maybe it's some toxic mix of the constant stream of murders and the messages inside my head not being able to escape

But I am the only sane one here, though it seems quite clear to me that I am the only one here

And I have come to find that I must sharpen my ax in times of pain

and harden my heart and put to rest all the pain Cumming into me

"Shh! You're only as sick as your secrets."

What if I have none, my burden born out of the truth,

But I promise to make sure and leave just one tooth left so [they] could identify the body or what once was left

And why is it that these voices talk to me like suicide is contagious and I've got the disease?

Keep your assault weapons in the glove compartment because you didn't bother to read the first half of the fucking sentence? And you're all fucked!in my head

writing is my new fuck so would you like to fuck? Or would you like to write or would you like to be fucked while I write the poetry of your skull cracking against the head board, I am not sick I am the most sane one here

and you pretentious fucking people simply wish to be spied on intimately, tip toeing secrets… hypocrites

[they] laugh at the less fortunate

you think people actually listen to your thoughts? cares about your opinions, and listens to your jokes.? !Go home! +no one is listening anymore

Good morning