03-11-2024, 11:56 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-11-2024, 11:57 AM by Observing Future.)
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There is something innately delightful..
About a job well done.
Especially a job, that I am good at.
There is something exciting, to know about how mad people can get.
Woof woof.
Bark bark.
Goes the stupid little doggy.
I think the past few days have been the most FUN I've ever had.
With my precious little death-bird.
And the pockets of others. It feels.
GOOD.
GOOD.
I wonder if this is how Friend felt. In the heat of the moment.
Uncaring of being torn apart, ripped to shreds.
Hurt. Hel. I want to be hurt.
I want to HURT them.
It's such an ecstatic feeling.
To harm beyond the physical.
To cause rage or sorrow that does not always involve..
To cause rage or sorrow that does not always involve..
Ripping someone to shreds.
I believe I have come to a sound conclusion, however.
I am defective. I am broken.
I should return HOME. To fix MYSELF.
Before it SPREADS.
OR GETS. WORSE.
:) :) :)
:) :) :)
But than. I think. I see.
And I decide.
That I'll simply continue doing this.
For now.
Since I enjoy it, quite a lot.
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