bubbling subsurface years of apparent dormancy, sadistic tendencies finally manifest in all their violent glory. records of unusual crimes enhance the psychological profile: jugulars slashed barbarically; bleeding profusely from severed arteries. cruelly, anally sodomized after the act of murder; traces of my seed contaminate each orifice. freshly torn holes in young female membrane seep viscous ejaculation, prolonging the passionate desecration of their remains. the permeation of dozens of prostitutes, spoiling, littering mass graves shallowly subterranean. mummies lay half-excavated, objects of my insane collection. obsessively compelled to defile them, my nature. a proclivity of inexplicable genesis. addicted, conceived void of empathy, enabling my sickening urges. their mothers’ cries are lost in the vacuum of uncertainty, begging for a motive. perhaps i simply can’t stop killing….