She had no soul but her eyes were frozen with terror and shock, but she was only a thing of the past. I wrote about the young girl, no more than seven, who took a meat cleaver from the kitchen and split her father’s face down the center for having touched her tender spots a week before-hand. XXX I saw so many things like that, so many things that were considered terrible that I loved. The door was nearly completely open, I could see a hand on the edge of the door, just no face yet, they were still behind the door, I had to know who it was but by their hand they’re were male and white, little help that was to me. The car began to roll and with their wild moment of bliss and ecstacy they didn’t notice. I had finally gotten a taste of what I had so long secretly desired, my heart’s true passion.
