There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone; in fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
Ben,
I take that as a compliment.
Until Next Time.
Me.
The Natural progression of things.
ReplyDeleteWell, ain't that some shit.
ReplyDeleteWhenever I think of Patrick Bateman, I think of the song "Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads.
Also I'm going to keep treating you like you aren't a serial killer because that frankly makes me uncomfortable.
Ben- Oh benny, benny, benny. I don't want you to be uncomfortable sir. You keep treating me as you wish. It seems as if my suited friend is making less and less of an appearance here. Something is up.
ReplyDeleteUntil Next Time.
Me.