I’ve always had a strong desire for mental stability. In fact I used to be a bit nervous about life in general and the idea that we’re completely alone in a random universe. Luckily I found a hobby. I took up baby killing. Now I’m racked with constant paranoia and suffocating guilt, but life’s no longer boring and I’ve made a lot of interesting friends.
I’ve also decided to go back to trade school and finish my electronics degree. With my new high paying vocation I will be able to purchase a Porsche 944 and have my penis and testicles removed.
Its funny, isn’t it? Life is just like a box of chocolates…a box of chocolates that will someday eat your face. and won’t that be just grand!
(This is from my serial killer childrens book - a kind of ‘The Little Engine That Could’ only for young serial killers ages 3-6)
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