Wanted to be the first technician on a cranial autopsy. The principles and practice of embalming. Examination of all the head and before the incision.
Slit down from the thorax, to free all,. the gas that should not be there,. the cerebrum will have not survived,. upon close examination, from the chest to the skull,.
The uncreative juices flow from all but a selective few. And even those they tend to be wasted. You have taken pride in a life form that you think you know.
In the brain we've found a role. Detach your life from mind control. Evade life of being ruled. DESTROY. the parts that lie unused. Permanence. Eternity.
I can't take this. Forever I've wanted to be a lot more than just a person. Not to play on the side of the humans. We're forced to live and die in this system.
Memory apart after opening. Feel nothing; The dream is gone. Spinning in a mind overflow,. Dream what reality cannot. Ever make you understand. A vision to bring back the sense of the world.
Torn, apart, her face,. ripped from her fleshy skull,. her scalp, degloved,. what an horrific site,. with inches from her life,. and all that's left inside,.
There'll be a time. Where I can take what they've taught and make it work. THIS would be a better place if you could free you mind of thought. THOUGH to be in this place life, has abandoned you.
The fear inside my hate filled mind. The concept of eternal life.... Never could you understand. That life won't take you by the hand. . Wait... you stop to ponder I'm leaving you behind,.
Arms, legs, feet, hands all limbs are gone. Flesh torn, life loss blown to black dust. Torn, earth seeks death, blood is on ground. Feel the grim pain, it is your fault.
The box was taken to the edge of the earth. There it will be safe from all the evils that exist on this world. To feel all of life has been talked about.
So hungry for what I seek. I, I, I strive for the best. My struggle is all I see. I, I, I'll never forget. . You've seen it hurts me not to fight. But in the world it is right.
Always living on the line of what you think is right or wrong. There was a time when even I could not bear to be alone. Needing someone or something that is not mine to call my own.
Always wanting but never learning. Submit to your plans for my waking life. To be one with the world I cannot grasp. It's beyond me. . Sterile life with a forceful nature.
It is febuary 1998,. with too many mindless bodies,. walking the face of the planet,. and too many mindfull bodies,. without enough motivation,. to do anything constructive with their lives,.
We are what's left behind. I can feel It call my name. These worlds that I have taken. Will stay with me as lies. No they won't leave their victim. I know that we are on their list of deeds.
When I see the rage is building. And I know theres nothing stopping. Stopping me from changing into. What it is almost pure. . When Im doing what Im doing.
I have often thought to myself. Why some people don't eat flesh?. Is it the morals that we're taught. Lurking deep beneath our skin?. . Bodies that are constant sources.
Degradation, I don't want your rhinoplasty. I don't need you, not any more. . Though I am a perverted man. Disproportioned version of a normal man. Dirty man, any surgery cannot get.