Suffocation
Breeding The Spawn
Ornaments Of Decrepancy
Murderous thoughts determined to push me to a permanent state of u003d
insanity. An insanity concealed but very much present, waiting to be u003d
released upon all. Those who deserve, and those innocently taken are u003d
now victims of a disease with no prejudice. No one is protected from u003d
the mind of a madman determined to bring upon harm. Death is more u003d
sevear for those vulnerable and weak. I have no patience for u003d
stupidity. No one can determin when their life will be taken, so why u003d
live your last days weak and feeble. I know to kill once will lead u003d
to killing again, to find which form of death is more pleasurable. I u003d
often thought of mummifying the victims to create a new trend of u003d
serial killing. The thought of bodies hangin, stripped of their u003d
internal organs for longer preservation, left in the woods for u003d
unsuspecting wanderers to reveal. I have not yet decided if the u003d
heads should be trophies or sold for use in occult rituals. If u003d
there's money in it, you can count me in. I often thought of u003d
dismemberment. How many limbs can be severed before death? Using u003d
different body parts from different victims to create one demented u003d
masterpiece. I would feed human flesh to my next unsuspecting u003d
victim, making sure they enjoyed it, to prove cannibalism isn't far u003d
from any of our minds. Animals eat animals, man can eat man. Why do u003d
I think this way? It's only getting worse.

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