Why are they like this?

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Well, I, for example live within my own timeline. As all humans should. Fortunately enough, in this particular regard, I have a Catholic background. Prayers in the evening. Christmas celebrations. Choirs, angels and all that sort of thing. I remember that from childhood. However, I remember being 5 years of age and learning to write while feeling that sort of abyssal, nihilistic void where god should be. Meaning, that when you write out a secret that God shouild not know about, like you wanting to have sex with your neighbor or younger cousin, you feel God's psychological presence. You belief in God. I didn't. I could feel that void. Its something that you feel. And it feels awful. If you've ever been through a teenage nihilistic phase, legitimate atheism, then you know of how it feels to sense your impending mortality while awaiting that black abyss of death. There is no redemption. No sin. No good and evil. No resurrection. Only, a dark abyss awaiting you as your ultimate fate. And that, I remember feeling at a young age as young as 5 years old. I used to watch Baywatch, I used to College Bikini wearing models in print. I used to watch horror movies at that age. It was a very, very obvious sort of reelity for me. It was in the 1990's when digital frameworks were getting shuffled around, were still new, and society hadn't adjusted itself. So, I consumed a lot of adult material. Horror movies. Therefore, I would routinely gather insects and would torture them to death. I would chop their heads off. I would sever their limbs. Burn them alive. Drown then. Make them fight each other. Hundreds and hundreds. Begin at 5 years old. And, I wasn't naive. I knew what I was doing. I had vivid and clear images of humans being victimized since I was already watching horror movies. And, I planned to do that human adults. And from that age, I had various conflicts. Violent. Bloody. So it was all real. Very real. I fought other kids. At 5 years old. And, you might think t

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that it is impossible for children of that age to hurt each other, but it isn't. One kid's nose was as high as my forehead (do the math), and I headbutted him and made him bleed . Into the ground. Pooling. Another kid , of my age, brought his bigger brother in, neck as high as my forehead, to beat me up. So I grasped him by the neck, pushed him across the room and was chocking him to death before the teacher arrived. None of it was "a child's imagination". It was all real. In another occaassion, some kid did something to me, I then punched him in the nose, and made him bleed so profusely, that a pool of blood formed on the ground and the teachers demanded that my legal guardian and his mother attend the school to see that enormous pool of blood. It wasn't an delusion. The teachers saw it. My guardian saw it. His mother saw it. But, they didn't see the other children doing things like bringing in their biggers brothers to try to beat me up. Try to. try to. But, seriously try to. This was 1999 so, we were all watching anime and small children were actually getting beaten up. My first memory in fact, at 4 to 5 years of age, being of that being in kindergarten, being held by the throat practically about to pass out as a bigger child choked me , with his hands, while thinking "Why?". I remember the thought. None of it being a hallucination. My legal guardians were called into the school so often that they tried to exorcize me because they thought that I was demonicalaly possessed. I was violent. They knew it. There was no argument. But they never found out about the torturing of the insects. Much less that I planned to do that other people. And yes, through the following years, I fought many teenagers and adults. Lost no fights. Over a dozen street figthts which is, actually, a lot violence. It is a lot. As far as fist fights go, that is an enormous record and specially with zero losses. That much, I promise. The point of the matter being that I do go

through a nihilism phase, during my teenage years, while listening to Christopher Hitchens and McKenna. And the like. And due to that, I turn towards leftists ideologies and eventually oriental philosophy.At 17. So, around 19 years of age, I start grasping cockroaches with my hand, and releasing them outside. The same with dragonfles. Or whatever they are. I volunteer in dogshelters, provide entertainment for the animals. And, my legal guardian's daughter has guinea pigs and I upgrade their dried alfalfa to fresh, juicy, vegetables and food. Clearly, they are aprpeciative. But, from that age, to now, being 29, everytime that I grasp a cockaroach with my hands, and still do, I am fully aware of the concept of killing. I do not blame you, or anyone, for killing pests. That's what they are. Mosquitos. Rats. Cockaroaches. That's what they are. But, I do go out of my way to practice this small bit of Jainism,. as much as I can, when releasing animals outdoors. I go out of my way to tell my legal guardian, years ago when living with him, to not kill a raccoon that was trapped in the boards overhead in the ceiling before using a "humane" cage, trapping it, and releasing it in a large forest at a 3 minute drive away. That's how oriental philosophy is practice in the western world. And, I do so dedicatedly. I, truly, do not take the life of a cockaroach, a moth or a dragonfly lightly. I belief that murder is evil and I have that deeply engrained in me because, indeed I really was intendintg to murder people with an evil intent. Truly. Hows can I know what this is all about? Well, long story made short, I go through a conflict with humanity itself. The police are involved. Social workers. Legal guardians. Strangers. Strangers. And more strangers. I am seriously irate and furious. I, truly, want to capture, torture and murder human beings. Live human beings.

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How can one tell? How does one truly know when that is real, as compared to the casual state of being irked and saying "I want to kill someone before laughing"? Well, I am beyond furious. I am. I am going through that phase of blind fury where you begin to lose your sight. If you have gone through that, then you know that I have to. And, therefore , I cannot affirm my line of reasoning, but I begin consuming an unordinary amount of pornography. All, with a sinister intent. I do not enjoy sadism. Not at all. I am not watching that. I think that it is disgusting. Am I watching beautiful girls being pleasured? Sure. Is that the envy of every man? No. No it is not. Sinister intent. It is , by Christiniaty's regard sinful. So, despite my blind fury, I am keeping in contact with society, and notcing the variouss crosses around women's necks while the semen is on their face. And the men as well. If that is a "fuck you to God", then I a don't know what is. And, that is what I am thinking about even when the semen isn't on their phase or when the crosses are around their necks.But, I do not need to be careful. I do not need to pretend. Beautiful women having sex is enough, and I think that sadism is dissgussting. But meanswhile for about 3 years, I am masturbating about 8 times a day, but I am also writing about 100,000 words a day, including 20,000 word long antisocial soliloquies and manifestos denigrating Capitalism, materialism, not ironically enough, blasphemy. Hypocrisy. And as I do that, I am still terribly upset. The police department actually stripped me naked, forced me to urinate on myself, forcibly drugged me and tied me. It was humilliating. If you think that I didn't want to kill someone over that, geniunely, then you truly are a fool. None of that is a secret. When told to strip, put on an uniform; I do. When the police officer says "take your underwear off too." I do, I slam them on the ground, and tell him "Now, pick it up!". Of course,

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They do. They have to pick it up. I spit in the direction of another officers shoe, landing at about 10 inches from his shoe. As planned. He reports that I spat at him. Have you ever seen the spit-masks? Terribly humilliating. The place one of those over me. The strap me to a chair.Forcibly drug me. I pass out. I wake up, refuse to take the medications, and call the nurses whores, the male nurses faggots, and am forcibly drugged again. I am an insane, psychotic and derranged lunatic? Correct? Wait for it. I am released. Within a few days, my roommates cousin arrives, about a 4/10. She isn't attractive. But, having just left a lunatic's asylum , a few days prior, a few days prior, I fuck her in the mouth. I tell her to tell me the name of all al 6 ment that she ever had sex with, one at a time, before taking out my penis, out of her mouth, and placing it in. I know what I am doing. With my penis tapping around her lips and face, I tell her to thank her father for the new car that she is about to get. I know what I am doing. I am not insane. I just met that woman, talked to her for 10 minutes, and now have her naming each man that she had sex with while fucking her in the mouth. In public. In public. It isn't an accident. I am still aggraated and engaging in anti-social behavior. In public. The police department can't stop me. For some reason, I start realizing that an enormous amount of people are watching "amateur pornography" and the routine isn't seeming as anti-social as it should. It almost seems like a celebration and a festivity. I still want to kill people. Not ironically at all, not the ones making the pornographic films, but every police officer. Every nurses. That forced me to urinate on myself. That tied me. Ever mother. Father. Every one who sanctifies the police department. I want to buy some garden fertilizer over that. But I don't. I keep watching pornography. I'd be lying to if I told you "I was mistreated by the police department,