psychopath

Rosa!" Sally says. "The police are here to help you, not to hear a lecture on comparative murder rates.

She promised to be good. She wasn't.

So you want we to play a game?...Aha, I like that...!I FUCKING LOVE IT!

It's a poem about moths. But it's also a poem about psychopaths.I get it copied. And stick it in a frame. And now it glowers redoubtably above my desk:an entomological keepsake of the horizons of existence.And the brutal, star-crossed wisdom of those who seek them out.i was talking to a moththe other eveninghe was trying to break intoan electric bulband fry himself on the wireswhy do you fellowspull this stunt i asked himbecause it is the conventionalthing for moths or whyif that had been an uncoveredcandle instead of an electriclight bulb you wouldnow be a small unsightly cinderhave you no senseplenty of it he answeredbut at times we get tiredof using itwe get bored with routineand crave beautyand excitementfire is beautifuland we know that if we gettoo close it will kill usbut what does that matterit is better to be happyfor a momentand be burned up with beautythan to live a long timeand be bored all the whileso we wad all our life upinto one little rolland then we shoot the rollthat is what life is forit is better to be part of beautyour attitude toward lifeis come easy go easywe are like human beingsused to be before they becametoo civilized to enjoy themselvesand before i could argue himout of his philosophyhe went and immolated himselfon a patent cigar lighteri do not agree with himmyself i would rather havehalf the happiness and twicethe longevitybut at the same time i wishthere was something i wantedas badly as he wanted to fry himself

Killing things shouldn't make you happy, Rosa. That's why they're worried.

#1 Dating Tip: Make Sure Your Date has a Conscience!

You are so beautiful, I could eat you,_ he said.And it was true. Her smile was as intoxicating as the wine.And he could eat her.

Didn__ anyone ask you where your parents are?""They asked. Especially about my parents.""What did you tell them?""I said I ate them.""Jesus, Rosa.

If you do not have a close friendship with your children, I will.--Child Molester warning all parents from the book Type 1 Sociopath

In a place filled with fears, they were looking for the man who had none.

Terry loved candlelight dinners and red wine. It was a nice contrast from work.And killing people.

You have really nice teeth,_ Terry said and thought they could be excellent for his collection of human body parts.

It takes many sheep to satisfy one wolf.

'If life is pain, one could say that killing is an act of compassion. I look forward to my own death, you know. But dying is like losing you virginity. You can only do it once. I'm saving it for the right moment.'