Random creepy shit
Starting off I am one out of a million creepy person. And I do not attend to change. Slicing my victims open was a thrill that gives me. Really doesn't have to be a certain person. A man woman possibly a child. And that has the time is right. Hearing them scream with agony. Such a angelic sound. And the sounds of bones crunching. As I crush my victims bodies to dust the crunching followed by their screams. There's no sound like it
Even then I still want more. You know when they say you killed your first person you want more. That's more true than I'm willing to admit. Considering my first victim was a very lucky. Knowing that their life in before it begins. So sad if it wasn't so fucking funny to me. Humanity is nothing the cockroaches and I am the exterminator. Taking out those who I see unfit
Unfit to live this world I live in. Not even deserve the air I breathe. So I catch them with their guard down. And then I have them like hopeless rats in a cage. It's good every once in a while to have fun with them. But just like fun it has to end. Specially when you're mutilating a corpse afterwards. Maybe a little necrophilia here and there. Don't get me wrong I don't always have sex with corpses. Just only if necessary. Then I would just be known as a corpse fucker. And we do not need that
I do love it occasional living girl. Because they're much fun to torture. And teams letting them think that their life is nothing but a waste of trash. And then decapitating them. And then the real fun begins. Especially when you like to play basketball with their severed head. Or slice him down the middle and make their head a conversational piece. Like for company comes over. Hell who am I kidding. Me have company over
Well it's the thought that counts. Gotta think about something somewhere. And then exposing of bodies from my house. Got to keep the landlord from finding out. Well even if he does I just have to kill him. And move on but anyway I have to dispose of these bodies. The foul stench is getting worse each passing day the longer they sit. So while I'm doing this I will have to sign off for now. And tell you about my other sick hobbies. Like the one that I have of shipping human skin under my bed. That keeps me warm at night like a blanket. But that's a story for another day. So until next time. Stay psychotic
