a man can learn great tenderness in killing fellow man, by translating the killing, into teaching himself a transcended tenderness for animal...  what i'll write following the intro is a paradox... i can never imagine someone being truly passionate about his cain-mark, if he cowers by first experimenting with animals his ugly deeds... my... experimenting by loving animals above man, and then plunging oneself in the ugly deeds with man alone, leaving the animal sacrosanct... well... then you have a genocide, rather than a mass ****** spree.*

you know why i might like someone like
someone like the tsar ivan the terrible?
he showed cruelty to animals:
****** threw dogs off roofs...
   me? i find it hard killing flies,
mosquitos? i can do that because they're
the equivalent to mothers-in-law,
given that i never had one...
mind you, i almost had,
but my girlfriend said her
mother was her sister,
and her grandmother was
her mother...
      try to keep up,
it's taking me 9+ years
to figure out the lies that
serve no one, any good...
great borsch granny,
love your wisdom...
you sure she's your mother?
i was partially raised by
my grandparents, you sure?
ha! 9+ years later,
what a waste of space,
you almost wish for an u.f.o.
citing...
   mind you, i've had that
experience, but given the motto:
only the rich receive the gift
of complete free will,
i was considered mad by my
"status quo" tier of economic
shifts... never mind,
i can live with that,
   after all,
   i was born with a hernia...
now i have a tickling pair of
testicles...
    chernobyll... hello!
     but i'd like to talk with someone
with someone like ivan,
someone who tortures animals
is so much interesting
than a ******, who showers love
onto animals, and treats
humans with complete disdain...
funny how the dynamic works...
at least ivan could have been stopped
by my best estimate...
        you start with being cruel to animals
your impetus doesn't have to stretch
into human hands with human bodies
akin to calf limbs...
  i really don't know why i have a pseudo-jain
imprint in my psychic dynamic...
    some days, i have about 3 moths and
4 spiders in my room to keep my company,
i get it, my "ego" will always be tiny
within the frame of interacting with
jupiter, or saturn...
       mind you, i kinda like ivan...
he began with animals,
       that's kosher humanism...
                         what's dangerous is
people like me...
   when the love for animals transcends
the love of fellow man...
   i'll say it outright...
                       i am of this litter of
examples... from an early age, being
the only child, i took to befriending animals...
becoming bored of staging theatre with
g.i. joes...
    i owned one mad doberman,
and one mad rooftop mongrel b & w cat...
from what i heard, the doberman
attacked pirranhas of the subsequent
owner...
    axel? he attacked anyone that came
near to me...
              beautiful, but idiotic as a blonde...
as the cliche goes...
   but it's really hard to understand
in differentiation the one who
began by being cruel to animals,
translated into being cruel to fellow being,
and the one who began by being kind to animal,
translated into being cruel to fellow being...
then again, do i like the idea?
  perhaps i'm imitating the failed idea
of what already exists concerning the a.i.
in the journalistic narrative...
           when i mean being
cruel to animals, i mean animals i wouldn't
eat...
  then again, i'd trust a man who
has the capacity to be cruel to animals,
than the man selective of cruelty
in the genesis of animals...
          in theory, the man being cruel to animals
is the least cruel to fellow man,
but the man being at loss of cruelty to animals
is the most cruel to fellow man...
it's just an idea... a wild cause
for "concern"...
         in my concern i find:
   if i ever become cruel to an animal,
i can then become cruel to a fellow being...
if i can't master being apathetic toward
being cruel to an animal,
   and feel nothing,
   then i can't be cruel to a fellow human being...
you know... that's how they trained
the ss-men... you know how they taught them?
pet a baby cat for a month, feed it,
be tender to it, but once the month is over...
gauge its eyes out...
                  you can stomach that...
     you can get the auschwitz premium of wages;
after all, someone has to work the sewers,
as someone has to work the gas chambers.
harsh, isn't it?
                the day i learn to be cruel
to animals, is the day i learn to be cruel
to animals...
   i know that chicken are idiotic cannibals,
a part of my family lived
in the countryside,
kept a herd of chickens...
you know what happens when you axe-off
a head of a chicken?
other chickens jump onto the wooden
stump, and start pecking at the decapitated
head of the dead chicken, inc. the blood...
some animals are indeed herd material...
funny thing happened to me once...
i was on holiday...
   and i had a cat with a heart problem...
my parents gave the house keys to
my neighbour, a sikh family...
   the cat died, from kidney failure...
i know he was on aspirin because of a weak
heart... but kidney failure?

p.s. cats take more time to **** than to ****,
kidneys of iron... it only 2 weeks...
you know what i did from sadness?
went into a graveyard, chopped off a head
of a tombstone, and in the night
dug a hole, poured his ashes into the hole,
placed the gravestone chip near the hole,
and put the soil over the remains...
   now i'm feeling like murdering my
sikh neighbours;
why?                         they killed my cat!
i lost trust in fellow man, about 9 years
ago.
next time i hear someone telling me a lie,
i'll be sharpening knives,
  and thinking about a career in butchery.