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ADL Colin · 10-31-2006, 02:32 PM

I follow my victim into the alley. I, like the mother neuron, have not read Salinger or King. I am not a post office employee. I do not have a brain tumor. I am not an academic who thinks he knows too much and suddenly cracks. I am not a drug addict. I do not have a death wish. I am just a man.

I am careful not to make sounds. The stench of the place confuses my victim. It makes my victim confused. Confused. Not like me. I have clarity of thought. I want death. victims. I am not a fuckin' post office employee. I just wanna be me, baby.

I smell my victim. That vile human stench. Like that of the alley. Why would my victim go into an alley of all places? A dark alley? So cliche. I am scared. Every time I hunt I am scared. I think that only in movies is the killer so calm. I will never be calm. It is not a calm thing.

Victims. Victims. I do not care whether they are male or female. The point is that they do not deserve to live. Yes, more cliches. But it is the truth. They do not. I am sane, man. Just like every other person. There is no such thing as insanity. We just are. THEY have defined insanity because they lack knowledge. They label because they do not understand. Maybe one day they will.

There is my victim. My victim sees me. My victim knows my intent. I suddenly feel sorry for my victim. I pause. Should I do it? Confusion. Now I feel like the victim. I am confused. Just like every other time. Fuck it. I pull the trigger.

Die, whore!

Another hundred bucks.

Happy Halloween, bitches

10-31-2006, 02:32 PM
ADL Colin Too lazy to set a custom title Join Date: Feb 2001 Location: Tube Titans, USA Posts: 11,929	I follow my victim into the alley. I, like the mother neuron, have not read Salinger or King. I am not a post office employee. I do not have a brain tumor. I am not an academic who thinks he knows too much and suddenly cracks. I am not a drug addict. I do not have a death wish. I am just a man. I am careful not to make sounds. The stench of the place confuses my victim. It makes my victim confused. Confused. Not like me. I have clarity of thought. I want death. victims. I am not a fuckin' post office employee. I just wanna be me, baby. I smell my victim. That vile human stench. Like that of the alley. Why would my victim go into an alley of all places? A dark alley? So cliche. I am scared. Every time I hunt I am scared. I think that only in movies is the killer so calm. I will never be calm. It is not a calm thing. Victims. Victims. I do not care whether they are male or female. The point is that they do not deserve to live. Yes, more cliches. But it is the truth. They do not. I am sane, man. Just like every other person. There is no such thing as insanity. We just are. THEY have defined insanity because they lack knowledge. They label because they do not understand. Maybe one day they will. There is my victim. My victim sees me. My victim knows my intent. I suddenly feel sorry for my victim. I pause. Should I do it? Confusion. Now I feel like the victim. I am confused. Just like every other time. Fuck it. I pull the trigger. Die, whore! Another hundred bucks. Happy Halloween, bitches __________________ Adult Date Link - $50 PPS starting NOW! -- good and JUICY! skype = "adultdatelink"