Thursday, January 21st, 2010
The scarring and lashing of being vexed by others can take a lifetime to subdue, if it ever does. In this impasse, the mind’s network circuitry becomes saturated by bouncing thoughts of resentment and horrors. The fears blanketed by smiles and plastic acts of civil complacency are buried deep below, never to be seen until the right note or phrase is heard.
What would bring more pleasure than to stab the tongues who have lashed for so many years? Or the like minded, well enough. The overwhelming pleasure of placing torment on the wound of a guilty cry brings addictive joy into the synapses.
The adrenaline from tearing limb for limb, skin from limb, stabbing the face of disgust. This foul stench of dismemberment rips away the pain of years, but only temporarily.
Tags: death, destroy, disembowelment, flesh, image, Kill, Killer, Mental, murder, Serial, thoughts