arschfickers
Perfect Since I was a little kid I was interested in death. I wanted to kill somebody. By taking the person’s life I could see how it looks like when the person’s soul leaves the body. I wanted to see how it looks when the life slowly leaves the person. How does a person look at you when the person knows that you will kill him or her? I did not want to kill somebody who I knew. I wanted to kill somebody that walked down the street. I would kill this person in a dark little allay while nobody else is there. I would do it while my way back home or my way to work. You think now I hate humans, or that I am mad. But I am not. I just want to kill somebody. I want to see how it feels. I would commit the perfect murder. I planned it for so long. I could satisfy my drive without getting punished without getting called to account. Yes, I will commit the perfect murder. Yes, I it will be magnificent. For several years now I walk, whenever it is possible, I avoid bright streets and I am looking for dark little allays.