Tonight I'm busy. Also I have to my distraction. I am a demon, after all ... Man of the twenty-first century, which aspires to the highest levels of demonization, toyed with vapid pastimes power, money, sex. There is more pleasure to observe the work of a serial killer to a bank manager. The second of them, unawares, could cause even more harm than the first.
All, or almost chose a different path from mine. The shortcut, I call it. Demon now, but vulgar race. Shaded and creepy, nothing more ... They are the garbage of the big picture.
My distractions have to do with these creatures. Violent men, merchants of death, corrupt politicians, molesters, murderers and pedophiles in particular. As the poor fellow who brought me today GOR, my faithful companion. He gave as an accommodation is appropriate: the cold cell in the fortress. Like him there are many. Cover long distances to satisfy their cravings ugly, mean to be a prisoner of the deviations of their bodies. In
Greater Asia there are thousands of children forced into prostitution. People aged between five and twelve years. They are sold by their parents to despair, bring in the big cities, placed in a tomb of a few square meters, with no beds, no toilets, and every day they are approached by an average of 15 men, forced to have sex 20 to 30 times a day, 365 days a year. Life expectancy for these children is 5 years. These are the places where demons creeping swarm like waiting for me down in the jail behind the playroom.
I hear screaming. From the window will have guessed what he expects. I have many new toys to try ... I hope fervently that manages to entertain for a few hours. If disappoint me, I could always use my ricostruenti drugs, and continue to work until dawn.
Now I must leave, my friends ... ...
Nekradamus has to do ....
... Goodnight.
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