Ornaments Of Decrepancy

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

there's money in it, you can count me in. I often thought of

dismemberment. How many limbs can be severed before death? Using

different body parts from different victims to create one demented

masterpiece. I would feed human flesh to my next unsuspecting

victim, making sure they enjoyed it, to prove cannibalism isn't far

from any of our minds. Animals eat animals, man can eat man. Why do

I think this way? It's only getting worse.