No one ever sets out to become a killer. There is always an inciting incident that pushes one to cross that line from believing human life is sacrosanct to it being discretional. It can be trauma, either real or perceived. It can be reprogramming of the brain, either willingly or not. It can be the realization that humans are still animals and as such not special. That’s what happened to me. Now I sit here at my keyboard with this manifesto on the screen and wonder if they will remember my middle name. I’ll never know of course. Carpe diem!
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Never Short On Words 