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no one knows who he is, no one knows where he came from and what are the motives for his murders.... maybe he suppresses complexes with them that have become a consequence of mental illnesses that have remained a souvenir from the Vietnamese hell, maybe he sees this as hunting with a special aggravation of sensations, or maybe he just kills, as if smoking cigarettes - once it brought pleasure, but over the years you smoke, just because you smoke, and now when your lungs crumble from the ashes, only then holding yourself from the next pack you realize how hard it is...without your personal drug...no one will ever know
one way or another - more terrible than death, more terrible than any torture...any bitterness of defeat, and the realization that no one needs you in the whole world...there is the prospect of completely losing your mind, plunging into the citadel of endless darkness and madness of a mentally ill person. Day after day you will see new and new colors that will be impossible to describe in any of the existing languages, until eventually you drown, absorbing in the variety of their shades. and no one will ever be able to recognize what a carnival of blood, maggots and shit, choking with laughter and crying, is being poured into the brainfucking dance of your consciousness
youtu.be/7le89Pcs_Tc

Description
no one knows who he is, no one knows where he came from and what are the motives for his murders.... maybe he suppresses complexes with them that have become a consequence of mental illnesses that have remained a souvenir from the Vietnamese hell, maybe he sees this as hunting with a special aggravation of sensations, or maybe he just kills, as if smoking cigarettes - once it brought pleasure, but over the years you smoke, just because you smoke, and now when your lungs crumble from the ashes, only then holding yourself from the next pack you realize how hard it is...without your personal drug...no one will ever know
one way or another - more terrible than death, more terrible than any torture...any bitterness of defeat, and the realization that no one needs you in the whole world...there is the prospect of completely losing your mind, plunging into the citadel of endless darkness and madness of a mentally ill person. Day after day you will see new and new colors that will be impossible to describe in any of the existing languages, until eventually you drown, absorbing in the variety of their shades. and no one will ever be able to recognize what a carnival of blood, maggots and shit, choking with laughter and crying, is being poured into the brainfucking dance of your consciousness
youtu.be/7le89Pcs_Tc