I am a good friend. I am an honest person. I am a loyal supporter. I am idealistic and a dreamer. I often talk about toys and candy and feel good things. I am both fun and funny. I love to smile and laugh.
Do not fool yourself into thinking that I do not have a dark side. I have a dark side that frightens people. Unlike most of you, I came to terms with my darkside and I do not hide from it. I indulge it in creative, safe, and constructive ways.
I would just as soon walk into a store and grab the first person I see, bashing their face into a wall until I hear bones crack and see blood pooling on the floor. I would do this just to see the interesting patterns the blood makes.
It would please me to hear you screaming as I flay you with a rusty knife. A withering, decapitated head would look good mounted on my wall. Did you know that head shrinking isn’t all that complicated? It’s just a matter of chemistry and physics. Oh yeah, that’s right. Books bore the majority of you. Amazing what you can learn when you take time to read.
I will never understand why education and learning are subjected to ridicule. Odd when you consider that the ones of you who DO learn are the ones in charge.
Do you honestly think that your collection of numbers in a ledger or your hoarded slips of paper make you immune to death? I think not. Money is not immortality, it is only an illusion of control.
Wouldn’t it be fun to tag along with a serial killer? To watch someone with intentions so pure and unfettered by enforced morality. Yet another illusion.
Grind the universe down to it’s smallest particles and locate one speck of truth. Sift it out and see if you can find justice, or morality. See where your slips of paper lie within the boundless infinity of space and time.
I despise most humans. I tolerate you. I like some of you. I love even fewer. My respect has to be earned from ME.
A piece of paper does not guarantee that I will trust or even listen to you. I have taught myself more than many of you learn in your edifices of “higher learning”. I can read, just like all of you.
Put a dozen people in a room and they might pick a leader. They might even escape. They WILL pick someone to hate though. Lunacy. Use your differences to overcome. You can’t fix a car with only one tool, it takes many different kinds.
Why are so many of you so completely broken? Why do you argue and fight over who is right? Don’t you realize that right is subjective? Why haven’t you learned yet?