Perversions 3: Payback

Thank you. i'm now into week 2 with very little sleep. This and cookies are all I have left. And Deviance class. I may submit these for credit, if I can.

I liked the first best. I wrote the second because I'm writing these in threes. Zombielicious.

My obsession with the abnormal? Among other things, I am working on a double major in Psychology and Criminology. After I get my doctorate, I intend to be a criminal profiler specializing in ritual and sex crimes. As such, it is my calling. "An moral"? What the hell is "an moral"? 'amoral', perhaps? Your grasp of English stuns me with its glory. Who do you think you are to place moral judgments on me? I answer to myself alone. I need serious help, you say? Based on what? Unless you have seen my scores on the Minnesota Multiphasic test or any of the others I have done, you know jack-all. Or do you prefer psychoanalysis to behaviourism? You haven't seen enough of me to tell anything that way either sooo... long story short, eat me, wench.

Razorgrin, as anyone who knows her will tell you, IS sick and twisted. That's why we all love her. We spend hour on our needs praying she'll never get serious help because it would normalise her, which would not be a good thing. Besides, the abnormal is far more interesting than the normal. I'll take poems about necrophilia over poems about McDonald's any day, wench.

I just noticed that I misspelled it. eek! I am actually blushing with embarassment. i fix it now.

"Bitch", dear. I'm a lady. I just showered this morning. I smell like Herbal Essences, soap and ginger lip gloss. As such, I'm not dirty. I am, however, a truly awful person.

The last one is abut ed gein. If you picked it up, doesn't that suggest a little about your mental state?

I am amoral. Just to set the record straight, I am a modified hedonist/autotheist. As nothing in the universe has inherent value, I am free to give it whatever value I deem fit. This is better than the bible! better than ayn rand! better than the beatles!

I am indeed creepy. Creepier when you see me. Your writing is reminiscent of Chuckie M., yes. You focus too much on the helter-skelter. I was more inspired by Issei Sagawa, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, de Sade (you should read more), the music of Nick Cave and of Tom Waits and a personal fascination for the goddess Kali and the Aghori sect of Hinduism. And Surrealism and Dada.

I just wanted to write about Ed Gein. I can't tell what will be next, that would spoil the surprise. Keep out of my kitchen until the next batch of kink-cookies are baked.

I noticed. say, Jew-Killah, would you be such an utter asscock if I hadn't told you that you can't write for shit? No, you wouldn't. Grow the fuck up, I say again, at the risk of being repetitive.