solisis

I'm a murderer. killer. heartless, cruel, devoid of emotion and free of compassion for life....
I am the very hand of fate. I am the epitome of inconsiderate destruction....

I ran over a bird today. a finch, likely young in age. it saw the reaper coming. it flinched a second too late. destroyed are its wings and shattered are its hollow bones. loose, the feathers as the liquid carcass rolls the avenue in a pianless jetwash.
I am a murderer.
So, vowed is he to feed those of the skies the lush bread and seed stored for kings until purged is the empty feeling left to rot in his obviously absent heart.
I am a murderer.

Aside from that, Trent Ducati and I went back to high school today.... and just as the high school days, we were detained in the principal's office mere minutes after arriving on campus. we even had passes. but i guess in this day and age it's a crime to look the way we did and disrupt class as an unfeeling monster might disrupt a slumber party of beautiful girls. Funny how it works, really. That when you're in school you would do anything to get out. They can't keep you in.
When you're out...you kind of want to go back. then you can't get in.
It might have been easier to infiltrate batonga and let free mickey and mallory knox!

interesting.... now things unfold in a peculiar manner. Is this little girl going to try and stop me? is she really so shattered and selfish that she would attempt heroics that only work in movies? she called someone looking for me in a desperate attempt. she said it was important. could she really be up to it? couls she be so clever? i doubt it. i never had confidence in her. i never will. i should get a camcorder and record the humiliation then upload it for all to see. sad sad sad. You can't make someone unlove someone else. if you try, you're only going to get hurt.