A madman's diary

The creativity of the mind

March 17th

Got myself a job at a local animal shelter. Company surrounds me from dusk till dawn. What more can I ask for? The others are nice to me especially since I told them the unfortunate death of my non-existent cat. It is so easy to get a little empathy from others you would seriously laugh. The dogs and cats give me no trouble. I even selected a nice little subject for my next experiment

March 21st

I managed to get one dog out of the cage. I grabbed him and I started petting that precious little furball. His fur was so soft and fluffy I just could not stop rubbing it with my hand. I think I just found my next playmate. I will remember him as Jonathan.

March 23rd

I took Jonathan home. My colleagues were quite happy that he found a loving home. I told them I bring the dog to the owner. They had no objections. When I arrived to the house I began preparing myself. I adjusted everything in the cellar to its place. The game begins soon.

March 26th

Jonny darling is sleeping like a sweet little baby on the table I prepared. I made sure everything was prepared. I tied him up just like the previous hound. I even put a muzzle on him. No sounds other than whining is allowed. Just imagine his face when he woke up and tried to break free. I even chuckled a little it was just amusing. First I started slapping him wherever I could. For a solid ten minutes I just kept hittig it all over his fragile body. I climed on top a chair and began kicking him as well with my foot. At first I gently placed my boot on his stomach and take a guess what happened? He started to urinate! That does it. You have the audacity to do such a crime in my house?! I slammed my shoe right into his face. It gave a solid crack. I think I broke his jaw. I moved to the guts. I kicked it like twenty times. I grabbed his legs and I broke every single one of them. I made sure I twisted them even after I did the damage. I took my razor and I started slicing the flesh off his paws. He just kept crying,sobbing and whining. I felt my Muse has finally talked to me. I knew what I had to do. I picked up my combat knife and went to his rear side,lifted his tail up, and I inserted the instrument into his anus. The moment I did it he started shivering and was trying to flee from the grasp of the ropes but without any success. I kept "knifing" it until my arm went numb. Then I moved to the front, looked into those sad, pathetic eyes and I thought: I want one of them. I grabbed a spoon and I gouged his left eye out. I cut off the veins with the knife. I took a deep, long look into the eyeball. It was once filled with joy, happiness and love. Now it stares blankly into the void. I placed it in the tin box next to the tooth and the ear. I went upstairs to the medicine cabinet. I took some painkillers and a syringe then went right back. You do not die just yet. I promise I will be a good owner.

March 27th

As I woke up I rushed down to check up on Jonathan. He was breathing. So far so good. Time to put him to the ultimate test. As I climbed down the steps he immediately started shaking. I reassured him that all will be fine and dandy. I picked up the razor and with one move I managed to slice open the stomach area. The stench was almost unbearable but I smelled worse. Besides I had a Muse to please did I not? I leaned closer to the flesh and I licked it. It tasted like the finest meat I ever had the pleasure to feel in my mouth. I wanted more. I opened my jaws wide and took a bite. It took a while but in the end I was victorious. A little piece of his guts was hanging from my lips. Meanwhile the little dog tried to scream in agony, run away in fear but that was impossible. I took another slice but this time from the lungs. I made sure I can see every single organ. It was really chewey but the flavor was worth it. I swallowed the little piece of meat and I felt nothing but satisfaction. I knew my art was coming to its final state. As I was about to eviscerate the liver I heard my phone ringing. What an unfortunate time to have a call. I went upstairs. Turns out it was my uncle. He has always been the black lamb of the family but I adored the guy except now. He called me to express how much he and my parents miss me. I reassured him that I pay them a visit soon. I have no idea how long the call was but by the time I was able to get back into the basement the hemorrhage was too severe. I was careless. My subject was dying and I could not reverse the process. What a sad and disappointing way to end a life.

March 28th

I put Jonathan to its final resting place. Into the trash can. After he passed away I grabbed my hacksaw and chopped him to little bits. The torso was too big for the meat grinder but I feel I did an acceptable job. I had lung stew for breakfast. Nothing better to start the day with than a rich and tasty bowl of fresh meat. Time to go to work. Somehow I have a really funny feeling.

April 2nd

Homeless. How I abhor them. I can't express how much I despise their attitude, their clothes, their smell... Everything about them awakens something deep inside me. The worst part is that when I am among a group of people they always target me. ME! As if the other 10 human beings do not exist. They always go into your private space,start their monologues about their miserable life that is full of cliché. Once time I slapped one in the face. I had a shit day and the last thing I needed was a beggar in my life. He then ran away and came back with the bloody police officer, which happened to do its patrol on the same street we were. I was fined for a hefty amount. Time to return the favor.

April 10th

I have been following that homeless who caused me so much trouble for a week now. He always sits by one of the larger shopping centres at day, during the night he goes under the bridge to sleep. A bit far from my place but I will manage. The show begins.

April 12th

I waited until dark. I found my man at the foot of the bridge. I moved closer silently. I heard him snoring. He was stinking from the alcohol. Typical. It is so easy to get drunk by cheap liquor by your hard-earned money that you literally did not work for at all and escape into the sweet delirium. I kneeled down beside my target. I unsheated my combat knife and with one solid move I jammed it into his throat. He opened his eyes at once and tried to scream and wiggle out of my grasp. I kept him down on the ground. Like a worm on a hook. After a minute passed I sliced his throat from ear to ear. I wanted to make sure that this filth never breathes again. Suddenly he stopped moving and let out his final breath. I took his blackened hand into mine and cut off his index finger. After I said a prayer to my Muse I offered her the finger and I tossed it into the river. I stood there for a solid minute and I departed. I took the tram home and I fell asleep isntantly. 

April 20th

The news were full with my work. They do not understand anything. They do not have a single lead to go on. Besides who gives a shit about one homeless anyway? Who earns nothing has the same value in life. Exactly zero. Money talks. Strength is the only teacher. It deeply saddens me that they are blind to the beauty I created. I cleaned the street a little. They should be grateful and honor me for my actions but no. Instead they want to hunt me down, and execute me. What a society one must live in.

April 30th

One day the inspectors showed up at my doorstep. They asked me about the neighbor's dog and the homeless dude. I denied everything. I claimed that I was both times at home. They even wanted to search my house but since they did not have a warrant I told them that my property is off-limits to them. They seemed frustrated. Where did I make a mistake? Did someone notice something? I have to leave and fast.