2001/11/29
I hate false beliefs, bad motives. Crazy monsters, dumbasses.
1998/11/29
This day. This day. This day. This day. This day. This day.
I saw my sister in a dark street. (dark, dark, dark)
In that dark corner, a man was trying to assault her. (assault, assault),So I saved her; I used a pipe. I started to attack that guy, that aggressor (aggressor),I attacked him brutally on his bald head. I kept attacking, swinging my pipe. I destroyed his skull and kept destroying his face until his brain got out of his skull; it looked like water. It looked squishy, ugly, and rooting.
And I hate impure water, so I kept smashing his ugly brain until it got into many pieces.
1998/12/1
After 3 days the police found me, they took me to prison, they locked me in a cell.
The cell was narrow, clean, and quiet.
I met my friend there, he was called Marcos Aleston, a foreigner.
"What made a foreigner get into a foreign cell, prison?" That was what I blindly asked myself. The truth is, He was dangerous, scary, mad, he wasn't a good guy; he was a genius filled with hatred for the monsters- not good monsters, but bad ones.
Good monsters are good people that help others, demanding great sacrifices
Bad monsters are mad people that harm everybody, they are the monsters that create the wounded hearts of the people- disgusting. But who am I between them?.
Marcos Aleston was a great turn off in my boring life, He helped me kill 3 prisoners, 1 of them a child abuser, the other two are rapers. They died. (died, died, died)
The police officers knew about it, but they also hated abusers, so they didn't do much, actually, they were nice; they gave me a TV and a fight club CD.
The movie was nice and pretty impressive.
At first, I started to imitate the narrator and create a version of myself, and I kept talking to it, but I realized it was not working, it was a very bad idea, a very dumb, foolish decision.
It wasn't a big deal for me. I didn't care too much about talking to myself. It is just a false belief- a bad idea.
But the big deal was the truth; the narrator created the character that represented the picture of a person he wanted to be, but I couldn't form that picture of me that is perfect. Because of this satisfying truth, I realized I am the true perfect picture of myself.
2001/11/30
I left the jail.
The judge only gave me a 3-year sentence, he is a kind person.
I went to see my sister.
When I went there, I didn't find her. I searched in the beautiful house, our beautiful house. It had white curtains, a white carpet, a white closet, a white door, a white window, and a white me.
I left my Home, I didn't concern myself too much (I did).
I took a walk, a small walk.
"My hair is white, It's not that good actually to have this kind of mutation. White hair manga characters were cool, but real-life characters are not cool." I walked in the streets, concerning myself with the thoughts of others, their dirty thoughts about my white hair, my ugly hair.
My thoughts were crazy (crazy, crazy, crazy)
2001/12/30
This day I found my sister. She was walking down the streets, her hair was covered with dirt, her face was covered with scars, she looked disgusting.
I didn't stop following her until she disappeared out of nowhere.
I tried to search for her, but I didn't find her. However, I found myself here in this world, this majestic ambiguous world, and it was amazing at the first moment.
And it kept being amazing. I learned how to use powers, and as I used more powers, the more I used the power it used me as an exchange; it was killing me, and I was killing me.
After 200 days in this magical world, I met a witch, one with purple hair filled with dust, with a small scar on her face. She was gorgeous.
I kept living with her for about 55 days until she died. She died a very disgusting death. I killed her. She wasn't a good person, nor a bad person, but she was crazy.
She had some bad beliefs, bad beliefs about the circles, the infinite circles that revolve infinitely.
She was crazy, she was crazy (crazy, crazy, crazy)
She tried to kill me while I was sleeping. I was sleeping happily on my comfy bed, and when I stopped her, she kept screaming about my face turning into circles, ugly circles, that revolved infinitely.
I tried to leave her live, I tried, I tried (I didn't).
After 600 days in this world, I created a cult filled with false believers; their minds were filled with false beliefs.
There was only one good person, he was my right hand. He was a righteous guy and a very good person, he hated my lie because he had created it with me.
After 1000 days in this majestic world, I saw the SOS message was written by Saino Ishino.
I did my work, following him for the last 5 days, and now I guess, he is dead; I need to be the only real human here.
After all, I am the perfect version of myself, no one can be like me; no one can be the perfect version of himself, except me.