I need to engage in homicidal behaviour on a massive scale. It can not be corrected but I have no other way to fulfill my needs.
"I don't believe in man, God nor Devil. I hate the whole damned human race, including myself... I preyed upon the weak, the harmless and the unsuspecting. This lesson I was taught by others : Might makes right
...but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, and aberration. I am a noncontingent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistence. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disapeared a long time ago, if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on other. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this-- and I have, countless times, in just about every act I've committed-- and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing
bleeding through the cables living through the cables breathing through the cables emergence through the cables A-life is not a life A-life is not a life binary is death binary is death are we A-life binary is death binary is death are we a code we're all victims of the code the strings are being pulled the men are the machines and the survivors aren't alive it's through the cables that we're buried it's through the cables that we're consumed A-life is not a life A-life is not a life.
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