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