Wednesday 9 October 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 10/09/19

I’ve decided that when it comes to murdering and passing on my gifts, there’s no reason I can’t do both. Murder is a very tactile profession and sometimes, a physical demonstration is required. I certainly don’t need to get right back into it. But if I were to take Casey out a few nights and show her the ropes (literally) that may curb any latent urges and still teach her the proper way to do things. Kill two birds with one stone (that might be a more advanced lesson; we’ll wait on that).

I love a good dark humor pun. If you can’t take some joy out of your work, there’s no point doing it at all. I take plenty of other joy but having a sense of humor keeps one from spiraling into morality.

I can’t say that I’m a killer without conscience. Some days I think that makes me more of a monster. I know that what I do (or did) goes against what society has dictated as good. I know that taking another life is not how we as a community move forward. I know that it’s wrong but I don’t feel bad for doing something that I enjoy. It’s been my purpose since I was a teenager. How can that truly be wrong?

Purpose has been defined as four things: You love it, the world needs it, you are paid for it, and you are great at it. Now, I love it. I mean really love murder. It brings me joy like nothing else. One care argue whether the world needs killers – someone to “decrease the surplus population” if you want to give it a productive meaning. I’m not paid for it but it’s not because I couldn’t make a living at it; I choose not to. And am I great at it? I believe I am. One of the most prolific serial killers of the modern age. If anyone bothered to count it all up.

The books.

Fuck! The notebooks. They’re at the house. I need to get them now.

I’m sorry to cut this short, but as always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

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