We all have these repressed urges that make us feel alienated. They make us feel like we are the only person, or one of the few that have these thoughts. Its so wrong that we think theres something wrong with us. But really theres a little Adolf or John Wayne Gacey within all of us.

Im in class dreaming about bludegoning my rambaling teacher. Curious as to if i could knock her out before she could have the time to turn around and scream. I wonder what the other kids in the class would do. What the fuck would I do if someone did that. Theres a lot of sick fucks out there and id sure hate to get mixed up with one of em.

I wonder if i really am insane or if everyone else is just as fucked up as I am pretending to be normal just like I am. ITs one of those days you just want to go out in a hail of police gunfire after taking the lives of several innocents, repenting to the lord you dont believe in seconds before the final bullets connect knowing damn well that your fucked if theres an afterlife.

Yeah, one of those days