Stain Of Mind

Being an ordinary person doesn't prevent me to say anything. Thus, I am a diabolical, cruel-cold-blooded serial killer. Killing is my passioin. Throughout my apartment, bone fragments and human teeth were scattered about like loose change; vertebras and leg bones hung from the ceiling like morbid mobiles, and hundreds of videocassettes, mostly slasher and hardcore S&M flicks filled my shelves. On one wall hung a bullet-riddled target, while across the room sat a TV set with jars of human ashes resting on top of it. Several bondage magazines were piled in a far corner, and nearby my backpack was found, which contained handcuffs, surgical instruments and duct tape. I'm into human skins. I have suits made entirely of human skins. I only kept 1 human head that I customized with four noses and a heart inside a big jar. I made that with a deep purpose. This is me in my dream. In reality, I am more than what you think, see and expect. ..