Monday, November 17, 2008
sometimes,
when the subject sits down and thinks about
life,
he gets lost in his dreams.
dreams of killings and murders,
and the multitudinous methods he would
utilise to extract as much pleasure
as possible
for himself.
in other words,
means which aid to inflict greatest sufferings
to victims
will be highly favoured.
The subject takes moments to enjoy
the lucidity of it all;
the tearing apart of whoever tries to
antagonise the subject,
or simply anyone the subject can't
tolerate.
When the reverie breaks,
the subject's senses begin to warm up
to the real situation.
By then, he would've missed
all naggings, curses, insults,
directed at him.
But he has effectively drawn out the essence:
hate towards the malevolent ones.
Time and again,
this happens over and over,
just like a cycle.
Until the time that this cycle
permeates through the dream-level into
reality;
when hate cannot no longer be contained within the fluffy
clouds of a dream;
the subject will have another unused method
in his arsenal
for dealing with the detestable ones.
N.B. Even dreaming about it makes the subject's heart race and palpitate with boiling excitement.
mused at 1:43 pm
________________________________________
