Random book passage.

[hoveringsombrero]

For a while he stands by the bed, enjoying the incomparable tenderness of the moment. Being present at a death is to share one of the most intimate experiences anyone will ever know in the world. After all, no one except treasured family members and beloved friends are welcome at a deathbed, to witness a dying person's final breath. Therefore, the killer is able to rise above his gray and miserable existence only in the act of execution, for then he has the honor of sharing that most profound of all experiences, more solemn and significant than birth. In those precious magic moments when his targets perish, he establishes relationships, meaningful bonds with other human beings, connections that briefly banish his alienation and make him feel included, needed, loved.

Comments

[deathtoearth.livejournal.com]

That is so heartwarmingly morbid, demented, and evil.

yep ...

[btripp.livejournal.com]

That's why I always like to watch the life ebb slowly from the eyes, and the look of terror fade to ... OOPS! Uh, nevermind ... nothing to see here ... move along now ...


(http://www.btripp.com)