the killing game is what you do when your lifestyle gets to a point that you're a totally freaked out shut-in, hiding from your freaking window blinds completely paranoid, feeling all the danger around you coming from your own deeds, your environment, all your social contacts, and even the sidewalk traffic and its ambient noise blaring death threats at you through the walls....
it is desperately trying to assert to yourself and your demons that you're holding the 4 walls hostage and not the reverse.
there was a point in time where people would pop in like the Candyman to see if i was dead yet and then stir me up with more paranoia and other dirtier, more toxic "killing tools" for me to play with and then they'd come back at some other point to agitate me and observe me slowly killing myself very much to their entertainment.
totally like demonic agents sent from some other dimension to facilitate and sustain my suffering as they seemed to feed off it for their own nourishment.
the killing game is what you do when your lifestyle gets to a point that you're a totally freaked out shut-in, hiding from your freaking window blinds completely paranoid, feeling all the danger around you coming from your own deeds, your environment, all your social contacts, and even the sidewalk traffic and its ambient noise blaring death threats at you through the walls.... it is desperately trying to assert to yourself and your demons that you're holding the 4 walls hostage and not the reverse.
there was a point in time where people would pop in like the Candyman to see if i was dead yet and then stir me up with more paranoia and other dirtier, more toxic "killing tools" for me to play with and then they'd come back at some other point to agitate me and observe me slowly killing myself very much to their entertainment.
totally like demonic agents sent from some other dimension to facilitate and sustain my suffering as they seemed to feed off it for their own nourishment.