Sunday, September 26, 2004
The birth of angels
The dream is always the same. It came to me again last night. It begins with the mangled figure hanging on the cross. Knotted wood chiselled into flesh. The monsignor joins his clammy hands for prayer. Let us pray. And the white washed walls begin to bleed as incense laces through the air. Deliver...
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Saturday, September 25, 2004
Information is power
Stuart Jones is a senior executive in the Department of Justice. He is responsible for helping my prey create a new and anonymous life. Stuart Jones has a wife, two sons and a daughter. His children attend an exclusive private school. He has a splendid house in the suburbs and is very financially...
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Thursday, September 23, 2004
Art and flesh
I have moved back to the city, my love, and I’m not far from our first apartment. I savor every memory of that place and all that happened between us. I still find it hard to understand why you chose to be with me. I was a moody introverted man who only care about painting. One day you’ll be found...
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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
It takes an animal to hunt an animal
I do not know how I will carry out the deed. The angels have not given me the details. In this present time I must become a lethal nothingness in the eyes of my prey so I might know, in fine detail, the anatomy of his strength and weakness. I must know his mannerisms, the pattern of his breathing,...
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Tuesday, September 21, 2004
There is no measure to my grief and rage
There isn't a day that passes when I do not think of you my beloved. The oceans cannot contain the grief I feel for you especially when darkness falls. I look for you in the stars and whisper your name into the darkest corners of this night that never ends. You must know by now that he has been...
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Monday, September 20, 2004
Soon I will be a murderer
I spent all night in front of the television, rewinding the videotape and playing it again. Looking at the circus performance outside the prison. Feeling hollowed out inside. His face was raised up with that evil grin. Looking like sweet innocence. That always was his way.What kind of justice lets...
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