Say What?
I found this entry from 11/18/03. It's a poorly written sentence, which is probably why it was private.
"I'd also like to say that in the darkness of my narcissistic fantasies, in which I storm countries and destroy evil men, eliminate immoral people and mutilate the heartless, the irony being that I, myself, in these fantasies, am the soul creator of these evil men, the epitome of their very degenerative existence, and it is believed to be thought that some sort of artificial detail, a feeling or emotion, if you will, finds its way into the air of my daydreams, a seemingly unavoidable regression from domination into a fear or anger, an absolute hatred, a sort of bloodlust, that causes an unstoppable chain reaction, one that snowballs from simple fighting into world destruction, fires, death, screaming, pain, horror, blood, babies impailed on giant metal spears sticking out of the ground, mothers having their wombs cut out, husbands watching their wives be raped by none other than themselves. It sickens me."
"I'd also like to say that in the darkness of my narcissistic fantasies, in which I storm countries and destroy evil men, eliminate immoral people and mutilate the heartless, the irony being that I, myself, in these fantasies, am the soul creator of these evil men, the epitome of their very degenerative existence, and it is believed to be thought that some sort of artificial detail, a feeling or emotion, if you will, finds its way into the air of my daydreams, a seemingly unavoidable regression from domination into a fear or anger, an absolute hatred, a sort of bloodlust, that causes an unstoppable chain reaction, one that snowballs from simple fighting into world destruction, fires, death, screaming, pain, horror, blood, babies impailed on giant metal spears sticking out of the ground, mothers having their wombs cut out, husbands watching their wives be raped by none other than themselves. It sickens me."