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‘Consumed’

Let me be the first to let you know what is eating me. I guess I am what I eat. Just a human being like the rest of them. Though, I feel cold with comparing myself to them.

The multitudinous generations of self-righteous and petty judgments that makes people suffer for the sake of nothing. I can at least relate to those that suffer so out of reverence for an ailing ideology, believing in some purer or mightier gods, or out of some madly idealistic respect for a single ideology without care for the flaws reflected in others. It is the people who have all the privilege handed to them only to throw it all away for nothing that I seem to have a taste for. Not a damn thing to live for. What kind of foolishness is that? In that light, I must then be the fool, but one that foolishly prefers to dine upon the unheard of. I am foolhardy.
It doesn’t hail back to any real primal thing, this persona of consuming everything around you, as it throws out all consequence to the wind. I like to subdue all the fake masks that force their way onto my face, staring coldly through their empty past wishes with my eyes, and devouring their delicious ignorance with my teeth. It has become like the seasoned ritual.

In the past sharpened teeth were a professional symbol for consideration among those of the tribe, signifying the carnal intent that was used in fulfilling a need, but even shamans will shiver in the presence of the real capable killers. Modern hunters with their guns and other trappings are narrow-minded and aloof, though their sense of games is superb to observe, but true killers are a unique breed above all the rest of the violent seekers. Kissing the spirit of death, tongue firmly in cheek, but respect open wide to the world. It feels like I’m doing good being myself in this way. Necks break easily, but sometimes a quick twist is all that need be applied, this story takes many twists. I will claim to go on and on about this all, but do keep in mind that this is one’s own perspective, surely not yours. There are others whom know me, but not as the killer I am so I would like to think, just on the day-to-day basis that most of the employees know me as their boss. You might call it all a personal relationship, but they would draw undue attention to me if they happened to disappear one day too soon.

There were always others who might happen to realize my stalking of their movements, but that does take some keen awareness in an overwhelmingly paranoid time, most people seem inundated to the point of blind trust in the cesspool system we live in. I stay quite aware of all habits and functions of the animal they call ‘human’, and all to serve them up whenever I am feeling hungry for a thrilling meal. Sometimes I will catch them and hold them alive until I learn something new from their watery eyes, not always a blissful revelation it might seem, let me tell you. The easier to reveal the true emptiness and soulless reality openly for what it is, and from that sacrifice, the minutest piece of meat allows the majority to live one more day at peace with themselves as one big smorgasbord.

DDD.

the distractions abandon themselves at my doorstep.