Someone told me today that they liked my face. I hate it when people do that. I don’t need to hear that you think I am better than you. I know I am better than you. Every day it’s just one pathetic piece of refuse after another. Every one of these self-absorbed nobodies walks around me and pretend that their opinions mean shit to me. If they had half a brain, however, they would understand just how little their opinions could possibly be worth. I could buy and sell each and every one of them like shares of Google.

I still keep up the act though, pretending to appreciate the compliment. They are so easy to manipulate. If they make even a simple compliment about you and you return the favor, you can almost guarantee that they will be fucking your brains out before the sun rises again. Some of them take a little more convincing than others, but for the most part they are all the same.

Except for the way they scream when you cut them. Every shout is delightfully different. I love the way they expect that some how through their pathetic excuse for compliments they have earned the free right to be inside me. They don’t ever see it coming either. Every grunt and moan leads up to one sweet final moment of ecstasy and pleasure followed by the most magnificent part of creation, death. I love to watch them stare as their body fails to find adjustment to the mixture of emotions which fill them in the last few seconds before their eyes become cold and the world around them is no longer theirs.