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2022-02-04 at 11:14 PM UTC in PIECE OF SHIT! DIE IN AN OVEN!
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2022-02-04 at 10:52 PM UTC in How are you feeling at the moment..confronted that psycho p happy
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2022-02-04 at 10:16 PM UTC in Drunk FredHopped up out the bed turn my swag on
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2022-02-04 at 10:15 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....I wanna go back to London soon, meant to go in May but want to go sooner
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2022-02-04 at 7:22 PM UTC in Become a Serial Killer
Originally posted by DrugSmuggler Really Easy to Follow 7 Steps in Becoming a Serial Killer…..DUH 🙄
Step 1) Deliberately have no contact with any formal parents whether on the mom’s side or the father’s. As a child, hold pent up anger and blame the world for your misfortune. If you’re in a foster home, yell at your caretakers that they’re not your real parents.
Step 2) With all the time in the world, lay your curiosity on dead animals. Handle their corpses. If you can withstand the guts and gore, inspect the insides further by slicing through the belly of the creature and caring for it. It can be a squirrel, a rabbit, a possum, a cat, or a dog—it doesn’t matter. In the end, taking the head as a souvenir can be cathartic for your morbid fascination.
Step 3) Watch humans interacting daily. Watch from park benches, café seats, or bus stops. Imagine carving the skin of these people like a pumpkin on All Hallows’ Eve. Picture their blood drying on wallpaper, splotching on your clothes, their listless eyes turned up to show first snow.
Step 4) Create an alter-ego. Fantasize you are the most important person amongst a thousand of your body guards. You are the leader of forty legions of phantoms who shadow you around. You are worth something, no matter what anybody else says. You are one of a kind—and those others are nothing but a fleck of mote circling around your stratosphere.
Step 5) Remember: practice small and expand your horizon. By killing humans, you are doing them a favor. They’ve always wanted to die, you see. Their meaningless, drab life of waking up, going to work, returning home to rinse and repeat, straddling the night air like a tailcoat wanting to end, only to discover their cure for their ailments hides back in a clock on a Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday that comes along all too slowly. It’s the same as your never-ending torment that winds itself up and ticks toward its bottomless chasm.
Step 6) Select your victim. Follow her to her car. Appear lost; befuddled, pretend you are not of the area. Approach her slowly, smiling. Explain you need cash since your car is broken down at an intersection and is out of gas. You need a lift. Her hair maybe auburn, black, brunette, or blonde. Whatever the case, she steps back, hesitant. You notice her skin under the light, soft and supple. She denies your request. She runs, but before she can get any farther down the street yelling for help, you yank her hair and pull her back as she screams. You clamp a hand over her mouth. You muffle her, of course, to prevent drawing attention. Count the seconds. Slide the knife across the throat without puncturing and feel the pulse throb in her neck, oh how rapidly, begging to live. You pull her in; throw her in the vehicle, as you drive, the sharp instrument gleaming out in the open. She’ll cower and weep for her children, but do not be swayed. She’ll yammer on about her family history and how she must live, please don’t hurt her. Please don’t—I won’t tell anyone who you are. I swear, I swear to God. Assure her you’ll let her live if she complies. And she will—they always do.
Step 7) Make it quick. Hear how the heart beats so wildly. When you are finished, feel the life seep out of her slowly with glazed eyes. The face stiffening from rigor mortis, the stench of blood tickles your nostrils. Do you as you please with the body, because dead is dead. No one will find about your depraved acts until your next victim. You are God. Let them promise you. Let them swear. Eventually, detectives will come knocking and ask you questions. News reporters’ bulbs flash in your face as you are taken into the station. A movie is scripted in your name, inspired by you. In court hearing, a jury decides your fate. You plea insanity, but you know the truth: you can be sentenced for a lesser charge if you reveal the bodies of the rest of the corpses, which you should, even though some of them have passed through your stomach. You can lie about how many you’ve killed—stretch the truth—or never reveal where they were buried. But do not tell them about the phantoms or the voices or even I. You will become a legend.
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2022-02-04 at 7:12 PM UTC in How are you feeling at the moment..
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2022-02-04 at 5:42 PM UTC in Do you get aggravated easily?
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2022-02-04 at 3:16 PM UTC in Do you get aggravated easily?I dressed like a hooker at my cousin’s wedding because she told me to get a mental health assessment the day after my dad died, that’s how long I was angry about it for.
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2022-02-04 at 3:14 PM UTC in Do you get aggravated easily?
Originally posted by WellHung wut r ur triggers?
When I’m in Burger King and some homeless person or a religious person comes in and sits at my table to talk. It makes me angry because they think I’m approachable to target. It makes me angry because don’t disturb me when I have food. Also slow people. -
2022-02-04 at 2:20 PM UTC in Going to Warsaw in the SummerI was meant to go before lockdown as well: https://www.shootingcracow.com
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2022-02-04 at 3:20 AM UTC in What are you thinking about....I remember doing a scooby doo and the alien invaders role play with people for three hours, scooby was stolen by a dog thief and then there was a red room, I was a ghost and saw the light when they found my body.
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2022-02-04 at 3:18 AM UTC in What are you thinking about....
Originally posted by Donald Trump I remember being on zopiclone and drunk and how my pillow would bother me with conversations, none of which I can remember. I also remember being on zopiclone and drunk, driving home from Dublin on a match.com date, and vaguely remembering talking to a traffic cone. I later found orange plastic inside my cars engine wrapped around the alternator belt - what happened?
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2022-02-04 at 1:02 AM UTC in How are you feeling at the moment..I’m angry because I got off the phone with my former fwb, we really are friends, and he said he’s having a hard time convincing his girlfriend that we’re only platonic now. She doesn’t want him hanging out with me or calling me at all because she’s insecure because she’s chubby. She keeps telling him he doesn’t want her and that she can’t trust him as long as I’m in his life. It’s fine because I’m not going anywhere but I’m so fucking pissed she’s manipulating his empath feelings and trying to make him ditch his friend. This is a direct attack on me and she has to go. I’m angry because she has an issue with me and is manipulating my friend.
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2022-02-03 at 11:37 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....I’m thinking about how monster and only talking with one person affected my mental state, made me high strung, and that I like myself more when I’m on zopiclone and drunk. I’m tempted to go back to being an alcoholic because I like myself more drunk but am still repulsed by its damaging effects.
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2022-02-03 at 10:51 PM UTC in Best way to kill 100 people along with SWIMselfMight throw fake money over a balcony if they’re scattered
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2022-02-03 at 10:44 PM UTC in Best way to kill 100 people along with SWIMselfShopping mall shooting spree
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2022-02-03 at 9:58 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....I dreamt I was in my dad’s house but it was dark and damp, spiders and cobwebs, like it was inside his coffin but it was his house or that’s what he was dreaming of from the grave.
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2022-02-03 at 3:42 PM UTC in What are you listening to right now, space nigga?
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2022-02-03 at 2:31 AM UTC in Should I be worriedI was thinking of a note stuck to my dad’s window saying “EVELYN DON’T YOU DARE EVER DARKEN MY DOOR AGAIN” along with a photo of a drunk looking woman right there for the postman to see.
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2022-02-03 at 1:45 AM UTC in Should I be worriedA biologist friend taught me how to paralyse and cause permanent twitching. I’m not talking to you Bradly fuck off.