Murderous thoughts determined to push me to a permanent state of =  insanity. An insanity concealed but very much present, waiting to be =  released upon all. Those who deserve, and those innocently taken are =  now victims of a disease with no prejudice. No one is protected from =  the mind of a madman determined to bring upon harm. Death is more =  sevear for those vulnerable and weak. I have no patience for =  stupidity. No one can determin when their life will be taken, so why =  live your last days weak and feeble. I know to kill once will lead =  to killing again, to find which form of death is more pleasurable. I =  often thought of mummifying the victims to create a new trend of =  serial killing. The thought of bodies hangin, stripped of their =  internal organs for longer preservation, left in the woods for =  unsuspecting wanderers to reveal. I have not yet decided if the =  heads should be trophies or sold for use in occult rituals. If =  there's money in it, you can count me in. I often thought of =  dismemberment. How many limbs can be severed before death? Using =  different body parts from different victims to create one demented =  masterpiece. I would feed human flesh to my next unsuspecting =  victim, making sure they enjoyed it, to prove cannibalism isn't far =  from any of our minds. Animals eat animals, man can eat man. Why do =  I think this way? It's only getting worse.