#1
(of this uhh Anthropophagia is More Than Cannibalism piece.
It was very graphic, but I decided to cut those lines out: they made me feel creepy)

Which is worse,
being desensitized to sex,
or having perverted dreams?

Sonya,
why must you sell yourself, beautiful?
I wish being poor wasn't an excuse for the unthinkable.
Visit me when I'm on trial;
visit me when I'm jailed for murdering the old witch.

I hate being obsessed,
constantly dreaming of your beautiful, rosy face,
somewhat shallow and hungry
for the desire to fill your life, a void.

Yet at the same time, I love it.
I get to plot every move
and think of every possible chance
to make you what I want.

Raskolnikov,
these thoughts, running through your head;
Can you possibly justify murder?
You aren't an Übermensch, you'll be taken down;
You aren't as alone as you think, look at your family.

I bought a rifle last week,
not to actually go through this,
but just to have the ability to.
Mosin-Nagant 91/30, my only friend in a world of hate.
(If I were going to do it, I would use an axe.)

It would be easier if you were Sonya
and I were Raskolnikov,
but we aren't.

You're a whore because you can be
and I dream of killing because I'm sick.

I won't continue to beat this horse,
though I will take pictures of the aftermath
and frame them on my walls.
Lord Gold feeds from your orifices and he wants to see you sweat.
Lord Gold probes you publicly and makes your pussy wet.
Now say his name.....