Blog 666. Everybody kills.

I had another entry for my 666th blog.

But...

Yesterday, I had to get something from (their) office. A tiny upstairs room, no lights. It's easier to use my cell phone light, rather than ascend the dark stairwell, feeling up the wall for 2 minutes trying to find the light switch. Anyway, just before ascending the dark stairwell, a guy says to me, "Watch out for the boogie man."

Right.

Boogie man.

I'm not afraid of the dark. Never was.

I don't believe in the boogie man, as in a man who cannot die. If it lives, I assure you, it dies. Mankind, on numerous occasion, made killing life out of the living, their life's work. They still do.

Torturing and killing. Humans. Animals. Profit. Sport. Hate. Revenge. Fear. Politics. It's all killing no matter how you justify it.

Humans kill.

The only evil that exists in this world, is man and mankind.

I don't believe in Heaven, Hell, or an afterlife. But I so adore those who do!

Bring me your devils if they exist. I'm intrigued. Your horned, unnatural, numerically marked beasts, keepers of eternal damnation. I have a few questions for those fellas! Bring me your gods, as well.

I'm just a girl. Flesh and blood related, you and I, to those eras of torture chambers, and human ovens.

Six degrees of separation.

A race obsessed with stories of violence and crime. Myself included. Forensic Files. Love that show. Someone was murdered and now it's entertainment. Snapped. I like imitating the narrator for that show in my every day life!

"And then... BETTY... went to the store... and bought... BLUEberries... BUT... Were the berries really... BLUE?"

(You'll only get that last part if you know what Sharon Martin's voice sounds like, when she narrates Snapped. )

Midieval torture devices are now sex toys. The vice between violence and sex. Consenting, legal aged, adults.

Always?

Sure, why not.

It's just fantasy, right? Metaphorically, psychologically dicing you open, groping a nerve, foundling it, watching you twitch, throb. Turning you on. Making you rock hard.

Putting ideas into your head.

Lift. Tuck. Suck. Inject. Slice open skin and stuff like a turkey. Gorgeous!

Never underestimate the power of (perversion) persuasion.

Boogie man? I've yet to meet one.

But...

I'm waiting.

Patiently.

On the other hand...

Killers?

Meh.

They're everywhere.