Deadjournal
This is a blog from a serial killer on a mission from hell

It’s been a busy week. My second appointment to see a place for rent paid off pretty nicely. It’s a large loft, hardwood floors and thick concrete walls. Just what I was looking for. I was pretty disappointed when the girls never showed up about the first place, but once I got a view of this one I was over the disappointment immediately.

Moving in was no big deal. I travel light and buy everything brand new with the help of stolen credit card numbers (who knows, maybe yours). What took long was laying the plastic tarp and temporary flooring above it. I have no objections to leaving a room full of blood, as long as none of it is my own. I have no prints on file, no governmental photos or ID. I havent even used my Social Security number in over ten years. Last thing I need is a sample in some DNA database.

I havent been able to have any fun since leaving Philadelphia. I had no idea how much attention I was drawing to myself when I started blogging. I have gotten enough responses to know that I have to keep things quiet for a bit. I gave too much information in the blog about the baseball game. I dont think there is a team of feds hot on my trail or anything, but I am sure there are a few watchful eyes trained on this website. I gotta be more careful if I really plan on doing this.

So, I have a digital camera. I am sure I can get you some good stuff with that. What I really want to do, though, is get you something on film. Something beautiful and wet. All I have is my shitty pre-paid cellphone camera for that, and I just dont think that will do. Anyone out there want to buy me a camcorder? Maybe I should put up one of those donation boxes. I have a few friends out there that enjoy what I do and might want to support the arts.

There’s a few haters out there, too, though. I wonder how many times I have been reported to one agency or another? I should post some of the emails I got on myspace. People are really upset, like I am supposed to abide by some unwritten internet code of conduct and be good to those in cyberland. One lady even asked me why I cant “just be nice to people”. The answer is simple. Because I want to bring an end to your kind.

I did get some positive responses, too. Some of you have been great. Thanks for the emails, Heather. And Fiona, I love the comments. Keep em coming. The three of us in a soundproof room would be exhilarating, don’t you think?

Nobody is sending me their home addresses, though. I cant figure out why.

Doesn’t anyone want to play with death?