Murderous thoughts determined to push me to a permanent state of
insanity. An insanity concealed but very much present, waiting to be
released upon all. Those who deserve, and those innocently taken are
now victims of a disease with no prejudice. No one is protected from
the mind of a madman determined to bring upon harm. Death is more
sevear for those vulnerable and weak. I have no patience for
stupidity. No one can determin when their life will be taken, so why
live your last days weak and feeble. I know to kill once will lead
to killing again, to find which form of death is more pleasurable. I
often thought of mummifying the victims to create a new trend of
serial killing. The thought of bodies hangin, stripped of their
internal organs for longer preservation, left in the woods for
unsuspecting wanderers to reveal. I have not yet decided if the
heads should be trophies or sold for use in occult rituals. If
Ornaments Of Decrepancy
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