within

I pick up a pen to write my thoughts

The way i feel

The way it is deep down in me

The way my heart beats, the rhythm it moves to

But then i get scared, what would i find

Death or life

Can i contain what is within?

Am scared, really scared of what I’ll find

Can i control it?

Would it control me?

Would by thoughts eat me up?

Then i cloud it with flowers

A beautiful garden

With roses growing at all end

But then the grass runs dry

And the roses black

They are corrupted

I dare not conjure

I dare not raise

I dare not look within

Least i see my doom

Video Diary 2 "Cock Block"

So i know most of you expected this video to begin with some hot stuff that would get you hard or wet, like a video of me peeling the flesh off her head exposing her brain, and dapping the fresh blood off with my tongue, oh the taste of pure ion, the sting it gives my tongue. Well perverts sorry i couldn't , it confusing how all humans possess this organ yet some find a way not to use it, i say they are the real geniuses how the fuck does one pass by the brain and straight to the ass to think, wonders of the world.

  Clara was the one at the door alright, she was looking so..... What’s the word? You know that word you want to use to define something and it doesn't come out? Yea that one. She was looking half dressed, literarily and also for some BDSM action, she had the whole chain thing going on everywhere, it would have been more exciting if i was in the mood for strangling but sadly not like i said i loved to try new things it would be while before i try strangling again, too stressful and the fella never stays still, too much noise and racket.

  She had a thigh high leather boots and a little black dress, a Vera Wang dress. Yes I know a Vera Wang dress but that but that's an entry for another day mama thought me a lot, long hair was down cover her back which the dress exposed, i could see her nipples where angry through the dress and  her vagina? Twas on fire, we sat and talked for a while, she wanted to know all about my equipments, my tools, i told her i just got the Monkey Swing 5000, you could see her eye light up like a child on Christmas day but her eyes were nothing like Patty's.

   So i paused conversation for a while to go get some wine, i had forgotten my manners. While pouring the Merlot 67' a knocked came at the door, i wasn't expecting anyone. She asked if i was and i said no, i told her to get it so when i got to the sitting room you would never imagine my surprise, disgust and confusion. My eyes twitched a little, it was my angry tell, the wine glasses shook in my hands

  "Are you okay sir" the Jehovah's Witness asked me with a smile that burned through me causing a tear to form in my twitchy itchy eyes

   Bottom line, i had to spend my 16th birthday in bed with a bottle of "The Fuckeruper" while i tried to bore a hole through my palm with my cigarette.

Ultimate cock block

Dairy 1 "The Bell"

   I have always wondered, if I’d ever find time between my ever tight schedules to kill myself.

How would i do it?

   Maybe the slow slit on the wrist might be lovely? Monica seem to have loved it,  she seemed to have kept calm, eventually, after screaming for what seemed like hours, or maybe she was dead when she kept quiet, oh well how am i to know? I had to leave, it was happy hour at Mac Donald’s, double size hamburgers and a diet coke, no one misses that, well, i don't, patty works there.

   She has these set of lovely hazel eyes i would love to keep in a jar and her teeth are impeccable, white as snow, her pointy nose like the tip of a shiny arrow.

   My name is Isaac newton, you might wonder what a fine young man in this century bears such name, and I’ll tell you. You see my father Bright Corns met a soothsayer before i was born who said and i was going to be popular and have an impact on peoples life, so my dad being a scientist didn't know any one more popular than his role model Isaac Newton, he didn't even give me his name as a last name, he started training me in the lab as soon as i could walk, it eventually paid off, i mean i built all the equipments in my lair myself.

  I decided to create this diary because most of my works have gone unseen,  i am what everyone calls a serial killer or the NYC C.I.D calls Unique, they say the similarities between my works are that there are none, well what can i say i love to try new things although i beg to differ i am a smart , neat and nice young man, i am not a killer, i might end peoples life or give them a nudge to the other side or even end their worries, that doesn't make me a killer, that is such a harsh word to use on me. I love my work so much and if the police put in the level of dedication I put in my work in theirs maybe they would have found me but they are busy with names and tags

  Her name is Clara, we have been chatting for a while online, she is into extreme BDSM like me, my problem with her is that she is a hoe and with the money she makes from it, she doesn't even take care of her little son well, call me a savior but that is one less mean person in the world, he'll find a better foster family, the thing is i promised to screw her brains out.

  I have to cut this short. She is at the door i think. She is so fine.

  What a lovely 16th birthday present from me to me.

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                                                          XoXo

                                                            I.N