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I dreamed of America.

It was right before the world ended.

Kids were being killed in broad daylight and the adults just let it happen.

America was a land of cowboys and spacemen

because in America you could be anyone you want.

I wanted to be a hero and save people, but then I realized

no one was worth saving, for they were all so phony.

A storm was on its way, an act of unspeakable violence that would echo for decades.

His arms reached closer and closer, and all I could think to do was...

This is my diary.

I am 33 years old, the same age as Jesus when he died.

When I'm young, I try to find words and try to find

meaning, so this won't all have been for nothing.

Ever since the pandemic began, free libraries have appeared all over LA.

I've already copped to People's History of the United States, The Art of the Deal,

and The Catcher in the Rye.

I had a feeling the books were keys placed just for me to unlock something,

only I didn't know what yet.

A sign.

I had seen the movie many times, but if life has taught me one thing,

it's that the book is always better than the movie.

I had plans to kill myself and this time really do it, but the book was so funny,

I thought I could wait.

I hear a man screaming about how there's a genocide

going on, but I just ignore him and move on.

I was about to jump in front of a speeding train, but then I saw a girl, and for some

reason, I feel a sense of religious mania, like my mind

is trying to pick up on signals from a dead radio station.

If I listen real closely, I could almost hear a melody.

It was as if she had written this song for me, like her

words and my life were destined to collide in this moment.

The frequencies in my head enhance my reality.

I could hear her song, not the way that it was, but the way that it is.

The music was alive, and so was I.

Maybe I'll come back down when the rain's fall in May.

I don't know if I have what it takes to be with you right now.

But just like the seasons change honey, I'll be back around.

Wow.

You know what? Let me give you something.

Here you go. That was rad.

It was like you were talking to me. Telepathic.

This is a lot of money for me, but I want you to have it because,

I don't know because, just have it.

It touched me. Entry number 33.

It is the 21st century, right before artificial intelligence took over.

This is a document of what Earth was like when

Satan won, and nobody gave a fuck anymore.

After I lost my job, I lost track of time.

What year was it again?

Every day seems to get worse than the last.

I missed the 90's when I was a kid, when there was

still feelings of hope and dreams seemed possible.

But then someone killed reality and nothing was the same.

I didn't know where I belonged anymore, what I should do, where I should go.

I was lost in hell, looking for a ladder to heaven.

Something awful is happening to me.

A metamorphosis beyond my comprehension.

A horrible thought springs from my head.

I don't sleep anymore.

I just dream.

I've been awake for four days straight.

Some called insomnia, others a vision quest.

It's all subjective, like how a topless man is rated G, but a topless woman is rated R.

Reality feels more artificial than ever.

Has AI taken over yet?

My life was set on hard mode and I had no lives left.

After I lost my health insurance, I lost my mind.

All I ever wanted was to own a home and a front yard.

But in America, a home is a privilege, not a right.

I find more joy in the presence of animals and humans.

Animals are nature's way of showing us how to be human.

A squirrel keeps yapping to me about how Palantir and the

oligarchs are stripping away all our constitutional rights.

And he's making some pretty great points.

But I think it's just my psychosis speaking.

When phones became smart, people became dumb.

Monetizing stupidity has a sprinting toward idiocracy.

The death of critical thinking has become a critical wound to society.

Attention spans have been obliterated.

We can't even focus on one screen at a time anymore.

We need constant content to feel content.

To distract us from the pain we all feel in our hearts.

Because we live in sickness.

And they want us to stay sick.

Because pain is profitable.

I'm tired of pretending I don't live in a dystopia.

When I first heard the deformality, I thought I might be crazy.

But now I know. I'm not.

I knew I had to unlock this sound and suddenly my life took on meaning.

I haven't felt meaning like this since I was nine

years old and won a Nickelodeon's Kids Choice Award.

Devin was there too.

And two months ago he came back into my life like a ghost.

He asked for my help.

To expose the truth and make others believe.

But I refused to believe with him.

I told him it was a mistake and I didn't remember anything.

He killed himself the next week.

The universe was guiding me with signs to lead me on the right hand path.

The signs were literally speaking to me.

Reassuring my convictions that I should keep going and not kill myself.

I knew if I kept following the signs they would point me in the right direction.

And my life would take on capital M meaning.

I wasn't sure what sign I should follow next.

A squirrel was telling me to stay prepared.

But a sign was telling me to follow my nightmares instead.

I was tired of being an extra in the story of my own life.

Tired of working all the time just to barely have enough to live.

After I lost my housing, I lost my will to live.

People have been rich for so long they don't understand

the powder keg that's forming in the streets.

Tomorrow's violence is born every day.

When buying groceries becomes class warfare, there's only one logical conclusion.

I could only laugh about the darkness of the world.

Otherwise I'd be a chick.

When you have nothing left to live for, that is when you see who you really are.

The truth will set you free.

Not until it fucks you up first.

And the truth is, this isn't a diary. It's a manifesto.

Because I am a serial killer.

And I'm remaking the opening scene to Halloween.

I'm trying this new Egyptian mass as I haven't quite found the iconic horror fit yet.

The mass somehow makes the killing feel less real and more like a movie.

I can hear a man inside talking on the phone.

She sounds hammered, but he is adamant that it is his wife who is at fault

because she is a stupid bitch and he did nothing wrong.

His mother agrees with him.

I could not believe what I was walking into.

Dracula himself greeted me.

This could not be coincidence.

This had to be fate.

I became jealous not only of the house but of the bodies living in it.

Why should they be living in the greatest

house of all time and I was living in my car?

Everyone in this house is going to die.

When you live in darkness, your eyes begin to adjust to see in the darkness.

I can see in the dark.

She would be my sixth victim.

She looked as pretty as a Picasso.

You know, the fucked up Picasso with the faces all over the place.

Her cat did not seem to care at all.

Maybe her husband was not lying and she really was a stupid bitch.

I killed the husband with a fork slowly and painfully due to jealousy.

It sure was petty.

But he had a good life with the hot wife and a lot of toys.

I felt as though he deserved a horrible death.

Their blood still lingered in my mouth.

I am not weird like Dahmer. I did not eat them.

It just splashed in a bit.

I could hear the cops already.

I was sure there was not much time left.

I tried to ease my mind and enjoy the night before I was caught.

Out of nowhere the truth reveals itself to me.

That my life is just a movie and I have no responsibility or

do not need to feel bad because I am just playing my part.

The role of a serial killer.

The movie of course has all the biggest A-listers involved.

It will be an Oppenheimer epic shot on IMAX.

Because this will be a story for our times.

An American Op-a-log of life and death right before the end of the world.

All my life I tried to be good.

But the older I got the more clear it became that

it was not good that was rewarded in our world.

It was evil.

In order to beat the system one must become the system.

I spend so much time drinking that I have my doubts that I ever killed anyone.

And that all the memories of blood and screams

are just my normal alcohol induced hallucinations.

Did it really happen? Could I have really done that?

I decide I should kill someone sober just to be sure.

But I just get drunk instead.

It's the only way I can stand to live in a planet so absurd.

I mean I didn't ask to be born just like Frankenstein.

I was created against my will and made to be a monster by this world.

If I wasn't drinking I'd be weeping.

Life is war and life is pain.

But at least I can always count on the bottle to help me carry the pain.

And be brave enough to live with eyes wide open.

I finished the great American novel and was feeling inspired.

I felt it was only right to take it back to

the free library since I was done reading it.

I promise you dear reader.

I only meant to return the book and leave.

But sometimes life gets in the way of plans.

Do not look away.

Do not close your eyes.

Stare with me into the darkness and bear witness.

The tragic flaw of the human condition is that

we only care about things when we are affected.

Humans need tragedy in order to care.

And that's why I'm here.

To make America care again.

I am the underground man.

Sent to deliver the message.

In the future, everyone will look like me.

I returned the book so that its message of

love and redemption could help inspire others.

Killing was easy.

But cleaning was hard.

I had to put the girl's body in my trunk and chop it up later to fit in trash bags.

I already got rid of three bags and this was the last of her.

All of her life's experiences and accomplishments

were now reduced to a single trash bag.

I did feel bad for her.

But I knew she would understand that there are some things bigger than all of us.

And one day in another place, she and all the people I've killed

would be laughing and talking about our time in the movie.

How we all came together to give the people a good show, a few scares,

a few laughs, and hopefully there was meaning.

And in the end, I knew everything would be okay.

The mass itself was sturdy and reliable, though

I felt it didn't capture my colorful personality.

It was not the right face for me.

I would try on another.

The air takes on the form of electricity for some reason.

Oh my god.

This is the girl.

This is the girl I'm going to marry one day.

I've never wanted to murder anyone more in my life

and yet I knew deep in my soul I would never hurt her.

I mean if I killed a girl in a David Lynch

t-shirt, I would be totally beyond redemption.

I needed to get more intel.

This bitch was a nerd.

She's good at video games, she loves all

things spooky, and appreciates Freddy Krueger.

Freddy never scared me even as a kid.

I always felt empowered by those films.

There was only one Freddy I was ever scared of, and it wasn't Krueger.

I felt like a ghost watching her.

Undetected, unnoticed, and yet still there.

I thought a lot about her eyes and what they would look like ripped out of her head.

She was lonely just like me, but it wasn't just that.

She was deeply fucked up, and that made me love her all the more.

God is closest to the broken hearted and saves the crushed in spirit.

Somehow I knew. I knew that she could save me.

I just had to create a way for us to meet naturally.

It couldn't feel forced.

Jesus she loves Gosling.

I will never kill her.

Not this one. She was now entering my web.

I could see her Instagram handle which gave me access to her life and likes.

This is how you organically meet the girl of your dreams.

That night I had a dream.

It was of the girl.

The final girl these eyes would ever see.

I wanted to be her only fan.

I think she was the one who was behind the holy sound on the dead radio station.

The one I could never hear clearly.

She was singing the song.

The deformality.

But when I awoke, I couldn't remember the sound.

I am lost just like you.

I am blue just like you do.

I don't know where to go.

I can't seem to find hope.

What I know, I don't know.

What I see, I can't be.

What I want, I can't have.

What I love is all dead.

Everything is always going and going and gone.

Everything is always going and going and wrong.

Everything is always going and going and gone.

Everything is always going, it never stops.

I went to the park looking for signs of life.

It was 9am and I had a terrific buzz on.

And that's when I saw her.

She reminded me of Laura Palmer.

She was so mysterious.

I wondered what mysteries would pour out of her head if I smashed it in.

But then, the craziest thing happened.

This girl started to come on to me.

I couldn't believe it either, but it was true.

It was damn true.

Every yoga move she did was an admission of her love for me.

She looked like an angel, but a voice whispered she is a witch, which I ignore.

She was an angel, who I would make an angel of death.

And in this way, we would be connected forever.

I

ran right into another girl and this one had an even better ass.

Two girls, one wrench.

It was gonna be a good day.

That fine ass belonged to a dude. This was not good.

It was too fast.

I had to catch up, but speed kills and I tore my hamstring.

I could feel every tendon in unison calling me a dumbass.

I had to catch him at any cost.

If he gets away, he's gonna snitch on me for sure.

And I'll be cooked.

So much depends upon a throw.

Such a simple action takes on impossibly complex meaning.

If this wrench misses, I'll get caught and nine souls will have died in total.

But if this throw connects, the butterfly effect

of damage I can cause will be world changing.

Yes! I guess God wants me to change the world.

You are a fucking asshole, man.

You made me pull my fucking leg.

Do you know how much this hurts?

I can't even fucking walk, man.

My fucking hammy, man.

The fuck you wearing these hot yoga pants for?

You're supposed to be a fucking girl, man.

Sorry, I tried.

You don't wear hot yoga pants if you're not a fucking girl.

You're confused with me, bro. I didn't want this shit.

You ruined my day, asshole.

Fucking happy.

Stupid, sexy jogger fucked my leg up.

I had to go a whole month without killing.

Life's really tragic.

That guy probably stopped me from killing a lot

of people and no one will ever know about him.

That's not to say crutches don't come in handy.

Ted Bundy was the first to use the technique

of appearing disabled to disarm his prey.

I was going to test it out on this girl with a rad Ninja Turtle jacket.

I bet she doesn't even like them.

Do you like Ninja Turtles?

Um, sorry. I don't know who that is.

I just got it because it was like colorful and pretty.

You wouldn't sell me that, would you now?

Um... How much you want for that?

Would you take a hundred? What about two?

Oh, you would pay two hundred?

I mean, I think I only got her for like forty bucks or something.

Okay, how about sixty?

You offered a hundred? I'll take a hundred.

But she would get less than zero.

My biggest fear is when I die and this manifesto becomes the best salary,

is that I will be misunderstood.

And the right wing will make me their next hero because I'm based as fuck.

So for the record, I want it known, I'm not killing

more women than men out of misogynier politics.

I am a feminist.

If I could only kill men, believe me I would.

It's just that women are so much easier to kill because they're weaker.

I'm not killing for fun. I'm not deranged.

I'm killing for practice.

I need to level up before I can take on Freddy, the final boss.

I should be doing my main campaign but I'm having too much fun with the side quests.

Adapt or die.

Become an influencer and you can make the most by doing the least in society.

You used to have to achieve greatness to make money and gain millions of fans.

Now you can sell farts and jars or do weird shit online.

A society that pays idiots more than they do teachers is not a sustainable society.

Kids used to want to be astronauts, ballerinas, artists.

Now they just want to go viral and the vehicle

to get fame is the least important factor.

Pretty soon we'll just let computers think for us.

They already spell for us.

Because of the internet, nobody is wrong anymore.

But because of that, nobody is right anymore either.

Echo chambers become feedback loops and the

digital tower of Babel keeps us fighting forever.

Last year in the US, more than twice as many people died from drug overdoses than

in Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq put together.

The war isn't out there, it's in our own home.

So surely a few of my murders aren't so bad in the grand scheme of things.

Even if I were to reach all time numbers, I would still be a speck in the big picture.

Richard Ramirez once said, serial killers do on

a small scale what governments do on a large one.

Kill one person and it's murder.

Kill many and it's a statistic.

And make no mistake, it's not just humans they want dead, it's art too.

First they killed practical effects and animation by making CGI the only choice.

Do you know what you're looking at when you're looking at CGI?

Literally nothing.

And if they can make you want nothing more than

something, then they can get away with anything.

Then they murdered celluloid by gaslighting the public into believing

billion dollar corporations simply can't afford to shoot

on film, or pay writers and workers, or give residuals.

And AI is the end of everything in one fucked up explosion of exploitation.

Why would a CEO ever pay a writer to write a script

when they can get AI to shit one out for free?

And best of all, the money men will never have to deal with the writer again.

Talk about a win-win.

Our stars are long dead, and all that remain are paid actors.

I liked it better when the stars were giving their souls to the screen instead

of selling them in credit card commercials.

The money men will spend millions of dollars to make

movies nobody wants, like Madame Web or Morbius.

But Charlie Kaufman can't get funny to make something deadly urgent.

Maybe I should kill him and everyone will pretend to have liked him all along.

Taylor Swift is being financed millions of dollars to direct her first film,

but Francis Ford Coppola who made The Godfather

has to fund his own films cause get fucked idiot.

It was never about art.

It was always about selling out.

And when everything becomes about money, art

will be the first to die a pathetic death.

And we live every day in death.

I'm just doing my part to accelerate things.

John Henry lost. The empire rages westward.

I used to be so embarrassed about being a child actor.

So being a serial killer is a small step up.

Plus ever since I started killing, chicks have been really into me.

If I could just marry my dream girl, I think I

could process my trauma in a more healthy way.

Entry 42. When I get caught, there will be people who

will say that I am just a product of America.

But I would reject them.

I would say that I am America itself.

A violent, hypocritical killing machine that

has convinced myself that I am the good guy.

Because I am exceptional.

The voices in my head have been getting louder and more lurid.

I followed the voices and it led me to a purse.

And just like that, I was no longer poor.

I wondered if it was aliens speaking to me from space.

But I don't think aliens would spend hours

pontificating about the benefits of gooning.

Whoever the voice belonged to was a real sicko.

Hey yo, Tommy.

Tommy Brissetti. Yeah. Is that a GTA shirt?

Yes it is. Can I get a closer look at that?

Yeah, sure. Fuck, that's clean, bro.

Where'd you get that? My girlfriend got it for me.

I would like a girlfriend too.

Yeah, they're nice to have. Yeah.

You know, I bet if I had a t-shirt like that I could get a girlfriend.

I bet you could, yeah.

You ever kill anyone in that shirt?

What's that?

You know, like drive around in GTA and kill people?

Oh, like in the game? Yeah, sure.

Yeah, in the game. That's awesome.

Would you be willing to sell that shirt actually?

No, I couldn't sell mine. This is mine.

This is my baby. You know the old saying, right?

Like everything has a price.

Yeah, but not this one. This is priceless to me.

Twenty bucks right here. I'll take it off your hands.

No, I couldn't take that. Smart man, I'm lowballing you.

150 bucks right there. That's yours. That's your name.

No, I'm sorry. Take it. No, I can't take that.

Why don't you take a little drink of this and you'll feel a little better.

The hell is that? It's fucking vodka, you know?

In a syrup bottle?

It's in a syrup bottle because I don't want to walk around with a vodka bottle.

It would be weird.

Well, I mean, it looks a little weird walking

around drinking out of a syrup bottle, right?

You gonna let him talk to you like that?

You get a little of this. You get a little of this good stuff.

Oh no, I'm actually in recovery.

I've been sober for three years now.

I don't touch this stuff. Three years.

Three years. Congratulations, bro.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

That's awesome. That's really good. But do you want a drink?

No. No, I gotta go.

Alright. Thank you. I appreciate it.

Nice to see you now. You have a good one.

Alright. Have a good day, man.

This fucking guy thinks he's better than me

because he doesn't drink and has a GTA shirt.

I drink because I want to drink, not because I'm an addict.

I can stop anytime I want.

And come to think of it, I could get a GTA shirt anytime I want to.

Hey, Bracetti! Oh shit, you scared me.

Sorry, man. You know, look.

I know you don't want to sell this shirt.

I get it. I'm not gonna ask you. I get it.

Can I get a photo with you in this shirt just

so I can, you know, not forget this shirt? Uh, yeah.

There you go. Awesome, man.

You take care of that shirt, alright? Have a good one.

Did I feel bad for killing him?

No. He was white. Therefore, he was privileged.

I let the liberal hypocrisy absolve myself.

I gained enough XP to level up and buy an axe.

I role-played The Shining and chopped up a lady into little bits.

Then I watched a film I rented on her DVD player.

I felt bad for the dead lady's dog, so I comforted the poor thing.

If you're curious about when I decided to kill, well, I don't want to blame

everything on COVID, but it did spur me on a bit.

People are more divided than ever because of COVID, but the focus is all on culture

warship instead of the fact that the wealth gap between rich and poor is now

larger than it was during the days of the French Revolution.

Or that five corporations dictate everything we consume.

Or how about the fact that the world's ten richest men doubled

their wealth from 700 billion to 1.5 trillion during COVID?

Like the prophet MLK said, socialism for the rich and free enterprise for the poor.

L.A.

used to be a place where poor people could live comfortably.

Now they have to live on the streets uncomfortably.

This is a place where people come to be stars and drive out the native residents

who can't afford the new rates set by the transplants.

Is that gentrification or immigration?

I was born and raised in L.A.

and I always felt God placed me here for a reason.

I used to think the reason was to work in entertainment,

but I realized it was to kill entertainment.

Nina Simone said the artist's duty was to reflect at times.

Maybe that's why art sucks now.

Our heroes aren't good people.

They're people who make millions pretending to be good people.

When art stands for nothing, it merely becomes

vanity projects for the stars to feel special.

And look, I get it.

When I was a kid, everybody looked at me like I was special because I was on TV.

Then I quit acting at 12 and no one ever recognized me again.

It used to bother me that my existence was based upon

recognition, but the power of invisibility also had its perks.

The media linked my killings to violent films since I wrote

violent films made me do this in blood at my last crime scene.

The motive wasn't important.

It was the message I wanted out there.

And this city was hearing me loud and clear.

I used to die for art.

Now I kill for it.

I see a squirrel waving hello to me.

He beckons me over.

It's almost like he's really looking at me.

Like he can really see me. I can see you, troglodyte.

You oughta shave. You look like a bum.

You can hear me? Of course I can hear you.

All squirrels are inherently telepathic.

So stop fapping your yap or the normies are gonna think you're nuts.

I don't understand. You don't get to understand.

All you have to do is say, yes sir! Right away, sir!

And nod your head like a good little grunt.

I mean, soldier. What? We're at war.

You've just been drafted. I can't join.

I don't believe in war. Ha! Don't make me laugh.

You've been going to war against the whole city.

You know I'm a killer?

I know all. I am the Squirrel King.

This is weird. Nah, man. You're weird.

This is business. You owe us.

Who do you think left the purse with the money?

Why do you think the cops haven't caught you yet?

They can't charge a squirrel with aiding and abetting.

Are you buying the music in my head too?

Uh, yeah. Sure. That's us too. Anyways, look.

There's an old Tootsie Roll we need you to pop.

The socialist feeds rabbits in our territory.

We need them killed. They gotta go.

Even the babies. Yes, I'll do this for you.

Why are squirrels talking to me?

I may be nuts, but at least I'm not stupid.

The system rapes us daily then pretends it's our own fault.

And everyone acts like it's not happening.

I guess that's what being grown up is.

Knowing we live in evil, but pretending it's not there.

The system isn't winning because it's so smart.

It's winning because people are so dumb.

And I used to be one of you.

I used to vote and believe, just like I used to believe wrestling was real.

Politics is just wrestling, but with worse actors.

And the government are the referees pretending to enforce the rules.

It's a shared delusion we all partake in.

We know everything we see is an act, but we pretend it's real anyway.

I'm tired of pretending the left and right were different

entities and not just two heads of the same veiny cock.

The trick is to make people believe that the

politicians were really against each other.

And that all the complicated problems we face

have a binary solution in the form of two choices.

Everyone is so busy looking to the left, and looking

to the right, that they've forgotten to look up.

And this is how they own you.

Democracy is an illusion.

Every four years we vote for a new savior and nothing gets better.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing

over and over and expecting different results.

There's only so many times you can spin a lie before it eventually unravels.

Like how come in America we have 11 million kids living in poverty with no

healthcare, but our tax dollars pay for other

countries' healthcare and to bomb other countries?

Can anyone explain to me like I'm a fucking retard why all

our money should go overseas instead of helping Americans?

Most people get their dopamine hits from getting hearts on social media.

I get mine from making hearts beat their last beat.

I was never a gambling man, but my luck has been too good not to start.

In the age of the demented, the Joker will become king.

And who killed reality?

We have lived through over a hundred years of sci-fi warning us against AI and we all

just let it happen like we never saw the fucking Matrix.

John Connor weeps.

It's already so easy to manipulate the public into believing anything the system

wants and with AI and deep faking, no one

will ever be able to trust their eyes again.

Everything you see is now suspect of being AI manipulation.

Who killed reality? We all did.

Driving Uber and Lyft were the last jobs in the gig economy and now we have to

compete with robots who will do the work for free.

The girl was juggling pins, but they look like huge knives to me.

I was down by life.

I hadn't had this much grey hair since I was ten.

I went to my middle school and looked at the handprints we did when I was a kid.

I had the craziest belief that if I could find

my handprints, I'd remember who I was again.

But none fit. It was like I was never even there.

And now I wish I wasn't here.

I used to believe we could vote our way out of this shit.

AOC famously cried for cameras at the border wall

when Trump was president to protest deportation.

But when Biden was president and deported more people than Trump, AOC simply didn't

give a fuck anymore because it was her team doing it.

She's a limousine liberal hiding behind

identity politics when she's really just a tick.

They say speech is violence and too dangerous to be free.

The system tells you everything is fine and Elon Musk is our modern day genius.

I'm a fucking genius.

Elon Musk is just a slightly less autistic Elliot Rodger, but with less Riz.

Anyways, it's best not to think about these things.

Just nod and agree and don't think too much.

If you do, you might end up like me.

If you want to see a microcosm of humanity, all you need to do is drive.

We see the worst in people on the road.

We see ego in its purest form.

Everyone is only thinking about themselves and don't

care who dies as long as they make it out alive.

If you drove as much as I did, you'd be killing people all the time too.

Excuse me, miss? Are you a cat?

Are you Phillip? Oh, you don't know English?

But are you the cat? The cat-o-meow-meow?

Pussy cat, yeah.

A pussy cat, yes, a pussy cat. That's very nice.

This chick totally wants it. Are you fucking stupid?

I don't want to talk to you. I am trying to run.

You think because I'm a woman I'd be all scared?

Stop fucking talking to me! Happy Halloween, bitch!

Go eat candy and fucking choke!

God fuck! Happy Halloween!

That ain't no pussy cat. That's a bitch.

My soft touch was making me an easy mark.

I needed to get meaner.

I was so happy to be a character in a movie and never have to worry anymore.

It brought some comfort to know that I never had a choice in

this life and that I was always destined to crash and burn.

I hallucinate myself into the next scene.

It looks familiar.

Now I'm the star of a romantic comedy written by Cameron Crowe and it is hilarious.

Every day was more death and madness that the world chose to ignore.

This was the perfect time to kill.

I was looking forward to trying on my new costume and shooting some adults tomorrow.

I mean, they shoot kids, don't they?

I just aim higher.

Hello. Hi. Not breaking any laws, are you?

No, I'm just practicing a dance routine.

Oh, you're a dancer. I am.

Okay, that's cool, that's cool.

Hey, what's that on your leg? Uh, it's a tattoo.

It's just a flower.

I feel like it's looking at me, you know?

Yeah, I get that a lot. - That's weird. - Yeah.

It's saying weird things to me.

Since you're dancing, don't you need, like, an audience to dance?

Um, I mean... Yeah, you need an audience.

I'll watch you. Alright.

Well, if you don't do it, you know I could arrest you.

Just kidding, I can't do that.

Sometimes I imagine my life is a choose-your-own-adventure

book and I get to go down every path.

I mean, why choose just one? Excuse me.

I noticed there's a bag right there with your chips spilling around.

Um... You know there's a law against littering, ma'am?

Yeah, I can pick it up. That's fine.

Yeah, but see, you already broke the law,

in fact, because it's already on the ground.

I promise I can pick it up in, like, five seconds.

I also noticed there's another bag of spilled chips, and you're eating chips,

so you're basically the prime suspect here.

Look at his bag of chips. Look right there.

There's another bag of chips. You see that?

Honestly, it's not mine.

Yeah, but there's three bags of chips.

There's only two, and that was not even mine.

You ever gonna spill chips again? No.

Okay. Give me your word. I'll never spill chips again.

Your word's not good enough. Give me a pinky promise.

You don't spill chips, okay?

Don't spill chips.

Okay. Okay. You ever gonna spill chips again?

No, I'm not gonna spill chips again. Okay. All right.

Turn around. Okay. Why am I doing this?

Excuse me, officer.

Can I get your help?

Um, I see this gentleman standing right there at the other wall doing some

graffiti, and it just looks really suspicious.

Oh, what's the suspect look like? He was tall.

He has a jacket.

He's black. Did he threaten you?

No, but I felt threatened.

Because he's black? Not because of that.

I mean, he's competing on the wall, and it's illegal.

I mean, you're the police officer, so I found you if you want to just come along.

The thing is, I'm on my five right now.

Aren't you supposed to be working all day long?

Isn't it your job to protect and serve?

Yeah. I mean, I know our cars do say that.

Why are you even vaping this right now?

You want some? No. I want you to come and help.

Can I ask you a question? Yeah.

What's it feel like to be a Karen? I'm not a Karen.

You are a Karen. I'm not a Karen.

See, the thing is, every Karen doesn't think they're Karens.

That's what makes them Karens. It's really funny.

Delete the video.

You don't scare me. You can't do anything to me.

You're not above the law.

You know, I was always an a-cabber, but I was

starting to see the positive aspects of the law.

I mean, it makes breaking the law a total breeze.

I had a lot of fun protecting and serving.

Excuse me, sir.

What are you... just what the hell are you doing right now?

Do you see this?

I don't see anything but a Homer and a Bart Simpson and a Crossout thing.

I don't see... Did you use a Homer and Bart? No.

Well, I'm telling you, it says the N-word on here, so... I'm just taking this off.

You know what? I agree with you.

That's not a good thing.

But we can in life.

We can't just start taking things down we don't agree with.

What you're doing is actually illegal.

You're marking up public property.

It should be legal, sir.

I'm a vigilante here because they're breaking

the law putting this on here in the first place.

I agree with vigilantes. I love Batman.

But, you know, in real life, there is no Batman.

Let me ask you a question.

How do I know you didn't put the N-word there?

Now, why would I do that, sir?

You could clearly see it's offensive to me, right?

You could be putting on an act.

You're creating a public act of...

You're fucking up, bro.

I might let you off the warning, but I need you to come with me.

Okay, I'm a friendly guy.

You don't have to worry about that.

There's nothing friendly about you, man.

Okay, well, I'm telling you if you don't come with

me over here, there could be a bigger problem.

Don't want any problem. Come on, sir.

You don't have to put your hands up.

You're not booked yet.

Put a little pep in your step, man. A little quicker.

I'm gonna need you to get in here.

I don't want to get in there.

They put animals in there. It's about complying.

Alright, man. You listen to me.

If you value your life, never trust a pig in a uniform.

Because there's only two welcomes.

You either end up dead, or you end up in here.

If you're wondering why I let him live, dear reader, it's because I once put up a

black box to show solidarity.

But it was as empty as a politician's promise.

Now I was honest, and now it was clear that no lives matter.

My psychosis was taking me to new heights.

I hear music start up in my mind and realize the murders

were causing the music to get louder and more clear.

It suddenly becomes obvious that the violence itself was the dial on my mind

station, and death was the tuner that unlocked the melody's signals.

Before the new millennium, even shitty pop songs were enjoyable.

But then 9-11 happened, and everything sounded like shit.

I was in need of more music.

I was in need of violence now.

I am somehow inside out.

And so many more I could count.

But when they come for me, I'll never be found.

I'm put by the place to hold you down. Violence now.

Violence now. Violence now. Violence now.

Violence now. Violence now.

Violence now. Violence now.

How haven't I been caught yet?

How haven't I been caught?

It's because God is using me.

What's your favorite scary movie?

If your answer wasn't The Exorcist, not only are you wrong, but you're an idiot.

Sorry, not sorry.

The horror genre has always been great, but now fucking eggheads coined the term

elevated horror and have tricked the audience into praising boring indie films

with slick aesthetics and no substance as somehow peak horror.

The only thing these morons have elevated is their PR and their marketing budgets,

and spare me critiques from people who wouldn't

know their William Gaines from their Jim Van Bevers.

Horror's always been elevated, fuckheads, and I've been

a horror fan since I saw It when I was three years old.

The horror genre thrives in times of war, for the horror film lets us all take part

in acknowledging the darkness we'd like to believe is only on the screen.

But we all know monsters are real, and the horror film

lets us experience it safely and walk away unharmed.

Cause let's face it, life is scarier than any

horror film I've seen, and I've seen them all.

I've seen a Serbian film for fuck's sake.

It's a scary thing to walk outside your front door.

People are really strange these days.

Sometimes kills to days of planning and effort.

Hi, um, hello? Excuse me?

Look, I'm so sorry to bother you.

My car died, I ran out of oil.

Um, do you think you could take me to like a gas station or auto zone or something?

I'd really appreciate it.

And sometimes kills just fall into your lap.

You don't, you don't want to sit in the front seat?

Oh no, it's okay.

I'm honestly used to, you know, all the Ubers in L.A.

It's all good.

Damn it, yeah, I left my liquor in my car.

I don't mean to sound rude, but do you think you could take a swim somewhere?

First you want the ride, now you want a drink.

Is it like-I know, I'm difficult.

So that's what being a pretty girl gets you, huh?

It really does. Wow, Jesus.

So what do you do for a living? I'm an artist.

Um, what's your real job though?

I'm a barista. I mean part time, but kind of, sort of.

It's, it's, it's, it's funner to say artist though, isn't it?

Yeah. Yeah, I know. I get it. I was there.

Also, um, you don't mind if I take a photo, do you?

I have like a Stranger Photo book and like just all these crazy people on the beach,

at the liquor store. No, I, I actually never take photos.

Oh fuck, Jesus Christ.

Yay, you're my 100th photo. I can't be a 100th photo.

And I have 100,000 followers on Instagram.

It's called Strangers in L.A.

I bet you'd really like it if you saw the page.

Shit, I had to kill her and get the photograph and I had to do it fast.

Didn't we already pass the gas station? You know what?

I was going the more scenic route.

That's actually where they filmed, uh, Rebel Without a Cause, James Dean.

You like James Dean? Okay, well, I do.

Um, uh, I was only supposed to be out for like 10, 15 minutes.

Uh, you got a hot date or... I wish.

Um, I'm kind of wearing a thing that if I'm out for more than 5 or 10 minutes,

the police are going to come chasing me. What?

What? What?

I'm really sorry, I should have explained earlier.

Wait, what are you talking about? I'm just going to show you.

Is that, is that, is that a fucking, is that a... It's an ankle monitor?

It's an ankle monitor?

Yeah, I'm kind of sort of maybe on house arrest.

You're on house arrest?

I'm sorry, I really thought this was going to take 5 to 10 minutes max.

No, no, no.

Why, why would you make me go out for a fucking house arrest?

I don't know. I don't know, okay?

I'm going to make the best decision if I'm in this fucking predicament, okay?

Look, I'm already having a plan.

So if you just keep me calm, that'd be really, really fucking great.

I can't keep you calm, lady!

The world doesn't revolve around you! I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

The world doesn't revolve around you!

How long does it take for the cops to come look for you if you're out too long?

I mean, if it starts beeping, we got like 5 more minutes.

Okay, has it freaking beeped? Has it beeped?

Look at it, look at it!

It's beeping, it's beeping, it's beeping!

It's still beeping, it's still beeping, it's still beeping!

This cop car is coming from fucking us right now

because of your stupid fucking ankle monitor!

Did you call the police on me? It's not my fault!

No, no!

You're wearing an ankle monitor! You're getting drunk in my car!

You were supposed to take me to a gas station!

I already have it to you right now!

You said it was a hot girl, that's not my fault!

They turned, they turned! What the fuck? Stop! No!

You gotta get the fuck out of here, okay?

No, it's not a gas station!

I need to get to the gas station!

You're not entitled to my car!

This is not your car! I did what I could do!

I'm entitled to a goddamn gas station! Please get the fuck out of my car!

You know what? Fuck you!

And I'm not fucking Venmo-ing you. Fuck you!

I'm not gonna fucking Venmo-ing you.

Yeah, I'm not gonna fucking kill you!

How about that, you fucking asshole?

You gotta get the fuck out of here before the cops fucking come.

What the fuck am I doing with my life?

I've spent a lot of time thinking about death since this began.

And the whole sad truth of it is, no one gets out alive.

The longer you live, the closer you are to dying.

Time is the ultimate serial killer.

It goes undefeated. And makes us all equal in the end.

Rich and poor alike.

Death is true equality.

The kind of indiscriminate and unbiased truth that I

have searched for my whole life in a world of lies.

This surely must be the reason.

Remember this. Remember that? Right over there.

Well, you used to really be scared here.

Johnny! Well, you're still afraid.

Stop it now, I mean it!

Entry 66. I watched the Citizen Kane of horror films.

George A. Romero's Night of the Living Dead.

I was grateful to be poor in a time when I had

a TV in my pocket that could play anything.

If I didn't have entertainment to distract myself

with, I think I would do something seriously fucked up.

Look! There comes one of them now!

I talked to a very kind girl about the nature of life and death.

I pretended to be visiting a dead friend.

I told her how the conglomerates can make more

money off of dead artists than living ones.

She agreed with everything I had to say.

Well, I don't know if I agree with that.

Life is for the living, you know?

You have to be grateful for what you have when

you're here, and live every day like it's your last.

Because you never know when it will be.

No, you never do. I am so sorry for bothering you.

Enjoy your day.

Were you going to put flowers on your friend?

Oh, yeah. Thank you. Thank you. Have a good one.

You too. I remembered I did have a friend buried here.

He killed himself when he was 15.

I think he was on to something.

I felt bad for what I was about to do because she did nothing to deserve it.

But she did make a fatal mistake.

She cared.

And it just doesn't pay to be pure of heart anymore.

She was my 14th kill.

I had officially topped Richard Ramirez as the top Mexican serial killer.

And honestly, I feel I'm a better look for our people.

I mean, I'm not evil.

I'm just what happens if Dexter didn't have a good father figure.

In the distance, a woman screams, pointing my way.

A man is chasing me, but he is shaped like

chewed-up bubblegum so I don't let myself panic.

I never used to regret quitting acting because of how it all ended.

But running from the law with a gun in my

hand really had me reconsider my life choices.

I went to a double feature of Donnie Darko and the Evil Dead on Easter Sunday.

For four hours, I was 16 years old again.

And for those four hours, I was innocent again.

I met Frank the Rabbit and asked him if he was working with the squirrels.

He said, what the fuck are you talking about?

I've been monitoring my dream girl's social media but

have been waiting patiently to make my presence known.

This was my future wife after all, I couldn't fuck this up.

It all had to happen naturally.

She posted about how excited she was to go to this night

walk experience and I knew this was the time to strike.

When people are excited about something, they tend to get

more excited about anything attached to the something.

These were the vibes needed for our meet-cute.

I asked the universe to work with me and it did more than that.

She had left her wallet behind.

She had Theo Vaughn in knife pins.

In other words, she's my fucking soulmate.

And now I had her home address.

There's no way this relationship fails.

I used to think that only love would save me.

But I try to push thoughts of happiness and normality out of my mind.

But she makes me want to believe.

And so I continue with the plan.

To return her lost wallet and finally hear her voice in real life.

Excuse me, is this your wallet?

I saw it over there and I thought it was yours.

Oh my god!

Thank you so much!

Yeah, I was going to swipe it but I saw you were at the O'Vaughn band so much.

Well, you saved my ass. Thank you so much.

Yeah, no, have a good night. Have a good one.

I mean, I'm about to go this way too.

And I need you to tell me where you got that David Lynch shirt.

The Lynch shirt worked like a charm.

Killer tip, wear things people like and they'll like you.

She's perfect. She's just like me.

I actually was a teacher too.

Really? How old?

Well, I've done second and third graders.

Which are great. I love them. Elementary is good.

They're not assholes yet.

You know what I mean? They're still good little kids.

And they're not mean and they're just sweet, you know?

And then I taught fifth and sixth graders and...

Basically, I'm not a teacher anymore.

It's depressing. I remember the kids.

I used to get mad at the kids.

I used to get so angry at the kids.

I didn't want to kill them, you know?

Obviously, I wouldn't, but...

I feel you. These kids, they're so full of anger.

They're not angry at me.

They're angry at everything else.

But they're taking their anger out on me, you know?

They don't even know what to do with it.

And that's what's so sad about it.

It really is sad.

What I've learned is to just comfort them.

Be there for them as much as you can.

Without letting it affect you. Easier said than done.

But it's challenging.

It's challenging, but the rewarding part is... Sometimes makes it worth it.

Yeah.

I mean, I just didn't have the strength to be a teacher anymore, you know?

Like, I couldn't take it anymore.

I tried to give so much.

And I felt like there was nothing left of me.

I mean, good for you, though. For saving yourself.

You need to take care of yourself. For anyone else.

So, good on you for that.

Well, it was very nice to meet you.

And I hope you have a very nice night.

Thank you. And thank you for saving my wallet.

You saved my life.

Gang gang.

I had a dream last night.

It was of the first memory I ever remember having.

Hey, baby.

Look, I've got Fuzzy Freddy.

Fuzzy.

Oh, look at you.

Shh. It's okay. Here you go.

It's okay. Mommy's here. She don't need to cry.

Come on, now.

No more tears.

Those will come later.

It's okay.

I love you.

Mommy loves you so much.

I promise, darling.

I promise.

Everything is gonna be okay.

It was the first lie I was ever told.

I woke up with a severed head in my car.

This was clearly a threat from the squirrels to

complete my assignment and assassinate Sam Elliott.

Howdy. Hi, sir. How's it going? It's going.

I'm from the Church of the Jehovah's Witness and I was just wondering if I

could have a few minutes of your time to talk.

Well, I don't have a ton of time.

Tell me happy birthday. It's my birthday.

Happy birthday, sir.

I can't tell you I'm gonna convert, but sure.

Come on in. Thank you so much. Sure.

Thanks for letting me in. Most people are dicks.

Oh, it's fine. Is that a bunny?

Yeah, they really brighten my day. I love these guys.

I feed them every morning.

They're like my neighbors.

This poor man was gonna die because of bunnies.

Or, I guess, squirrels. Or, I guess, technically me.

So let me ask you. Are you religious?

Are you already of a faith?

I question the Big G's existence.

To me, I think, if there is a God, how do so many bad things happen to good people?

Shootings in high schools.

My wife dying of cancer.

She was the most beautiful, loving person I ever met.

I've taken before time, so I just don't see it.

It sounds nice. It's a nice story, but it's not real.

You're based. Can I see your Manson book real quick?

And the Beatles influence this guy. Absolutely.

The Beatles have been associated with Manson and his family since the 60s.

The Beatles were putting in secret messages in the music.

Yeah, look.

When somebody kills somebody like a Manson fan, there's something wrong with them.

There's something a little off.

Yes, but is art dangerous? My opinion is no.

I think, after a story is written, after a song is sung, it's easy to bring

your perspective on it and change the meaning.

I will say Charlie was a bit of a fashion icon.

I mean, look at this. You've got the GQ look here.

That's popular today.

You've got the hippie look, and that's a hipster look for sure.

And then you've got the Nazi look, which is really in these days, you know.

Well, he's just changing depending on who he's with.

I mean, he's adapting. So there is no Charlie.

There's no real Charlie, is what you're saying.

Well, if there is, only Charlie knows Charlie.

And now Charlie's dead. Alright, but nobody's all good.

Nobody's all bad.

I think we're a recipe of all the above, and that's what makes us whole.

You know, maybe you should start a faith, because you're kind of swaying me a little.

Well, if you're trying to give me the gift of heaven, I couldn't appreciate it.

I'm not sure I'm with you on that pathway, but I think we can

both agree that maybe a cupcake would solve the world's problems.

Oh wow, this is great.

I can't believe I'm getting a cupcake. Happy birthday.

I'm glad you're here.

I feel like a nice glass of milk would be... Do you have milk, maybe?

Of course. I took it out. I just forgot.

Can you get it? My hands are... Absolutely.

I can't believe I'm going to kill this kind old man on his birthday.

Yeah, I was definitely going to hell.

But then again, he did seem to really miss his wife.

I mean, I'm kind of doing him a favor, right?

Plus, if I don't do it, I'm fucked.

I already spent all the cash.

Thank you for the cupcakes.

I felt bad for the kind man.

But took solace in knowing he was reunited with his dear wife, who he missed so much.

Plus, I buried him in his bunny outfit.

He wore entertaining sick kids in hospitals.

It was the least I could do.

Alright, you did great.

We'll keep you on retainer, so don't travel out of state lines.

And keep off main roads. Why?

A storm is coming, numbnuts. You know what?

Get out of my face.

I did not listen to the squirrels, which did typically net bad results.

I was caught in the eye of a shit storm, and worst of all, it was my own fault.

I saw the road flooded in water, and I still drove through it anyways.

My arms were too short to box with God, and yet I still fought.

All things must pass, and this too shall pass.

Just like dipshits buying NFTs passed.

I just had to pray that the squirrels were still with me.

And they were! My car was waiting for me in a tow lot.

I just needed a way to get there.

I see a mark and decide to MacGyver myself an Uber.

Hey man, you see this shit? Shit, dude. You see that?

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Get in the car, we're gonna go for a ride.

Fuck, man. You feel this? Yeah.

This is just a taste of what's gonna happen. Okay.

We're gonna go for a ride together, and we're gonna be happy.

Okay. Stop shaking like a squirrel.

Okay, let's get the fuck out of here, man.

Man, my girl left me last night. Don't kill me, bro.

Your girlfriend really left you last night?

I swear to God, bro. I swear to God, man.

What's your girlfriend's name?

April. April?

Took a little while for you to think of that, imaginary girlfriend?

No. You trying to play on my sympathies?

No, man, I'm just fucking scared, man.

Put some music on! Put rock music on!

None of this bullshit! Rock and roll, man!

Rock and fucking roll!

You've heard of all the deaths going around?

All the break-ins?

No one knows if it's one person or if it's multiple people?

Yeah.

Well, it probably is multiple people, because I didn't kill all of them.

Some of the deaths reported on, I know I didn't do.

So there's a lot of people like me out there.

You understand? Yeah, man.

What do you do for a living, man?

I'm a music teacher, bro. Today, you're an Uber driver.

You're not a teacher. Okay.

And today, you want a five-star rating.

So you're going to be the best Uber driver in the whole fucking world.

Okay, man.

And if you're not, you're going to get a bad rating.

Who do you teach? I teach kids, man.

What do you teach those kids? Bach or something?

Mozart? No, just like basic guitar and stuff.

Basic guitar. Basic guitar. They're kids, man.

Some basic shit, man. They're just kids, man.

I'm going to ease the tension on your neck because I like you.

Okay, yeah.

But if you try anything crazy, I'm going to fucking snap your neck.

I need a little smoke to relax.

You don't mind if I smoke, do you? I have asthma, man.

Slow down the window then, motherfucker.

I'm blowing it out the window for you, man.

I'm a nice guy. Thanks, man. I'm a nice guy!

How much people usually tip you?

Do you know where you get?

Do you usually get good ratings, or...?

I'm not actually an Uber driver, man.

I'm a music teacher, remember?

I'm sorry, man. My head.

I don't even know where it's at these days.

I'm losing my goddamn mind. I've been up all night.

My car got fucked in the rain last night.

I have a dead body in the fucking tow truck yard.

And I gotta figure this shit out.

They're gonna find me and arrest me, man. You get it?

Yeah, man. So you get me to that tow truck?

You better pray to God you get me there.

I get my car back. We never met.

It's all gonna be a bad dream you had.

You're gonna remember this.

You're gonna go, It didn't really happen to me.

This was a bad dream I once had.

Thank you for the ride. Let me see your wallet.

I'm not a fucking criminal.

I know you can keep your money.

But I am taking this ID. I have your name.

I have your address. I have everything.

I won't tell anybody. You good?

You gonna live through this? Yeah, yeah.

Shake my hand. This is the best day of your life.

Yeah. You're never gonna forget this. Yeah. Ciao.

I'm sure I made the guy feel better about his girlfriend breaking up with him.

And I felt better because I got my car back and it was running.

It was a win-win.

I pay a visit to my best and only friend, Eddly. Whoa.

Hey, hey. How you doing, man?

Uh... It was nice to see an old face.

A face I had known since I was five when we would have battles with plastic army men.

We hung out so much the kids in school gave us our own nickname.

Fags. Which we weren't.

But watching Brokeback melding together in high school didn't really help our case.

Not that we cared.

Punk rock has always been about the freedom to do or say whatever you want.

And it's why our relationship changed.

After Trump was elected, Eddly became very PC and performative.

Which I felt strange as he loved two girls, one cup.

Discussions became talking points and punch a Nazi in the

face became punch a comedian who offends you in the face.

I told Eddly he was a dumb fuck and both left and right were using identity

politics and culture wars to distract us from the fact that we live in an oligarchy.

He started to blame everything on Trump.

I felt depressed. The bond between us had been broken.

I had to kill the guy so the memory of who he

was would replace the weak ass bitch he became.

I missed him already.

Dear reader, what must you think of me?

The prophet Charles Manson once said, look down at me and you see a fool.

Look up at me and you see a god.

Look straight at me and you see yourself.

For all of my evil I never hurt children.

Which is more than the adults can say.

Bernie Sanders won every single demographic

under 30 years old when he ran for president.

So what do the adults do to the youth?

They fuck us.

The Democrats would rather lose to Trump than put in someone who actually wants

meaningful change rather than performative pandering.

You can vote for the Democrat who pals around with Jeffrey Epstein or you can

vote for the Republican who pals around with Jeffrey Epstein.

Like aliens versus predators, whoever wins, we lose.

We're obsessed with opulence and wealth because we

are simps obsessed with things we will never have.

70% of Americans live with financial stress and 60% paycheck to paycheck.

And yet somehow we are the wealthiest nation in the world.

Yeah, just don't think about it.

When I was a kid Mr. Rogers taught me how to be a kind and compassionate person.

Today the most popular kid's host is Blippi.

Who first attempted to gain fame years earlier trying

to go viral by shitting on his friend's nude ass.

I swear I'm not making this up, you can look this up.

This is the man teaching the children of tomorrow.

And you all made him a millionaire.

We've been molested by late stage capitalism.

My generation is the most educated and least paid.

We inherited the fucked up war economy and the

baby boomers blame us because we're dumb and lazy.

Must be all the avocados rotting our brains.

The internet is unstoppable.

It's a system of billions of choices right at your fingertips.

It is all of us and it is none of us.

It never stops, it never ends, it only grows stronger.

We must fight against the web or it will swallow us whole.

The youth now will have it worse off than their parents' generations.

We were born in the gladiator arenas without weapons or armor.

And these fucks have the nerve to call us whiny.

No mortgage, no retirement, no future.

We had everything we could want on the internet, but we had no safety net.

The internet rewards insanity.

40% of the internet is porn.

Ted Bundy once warned of violent porn and its risks on the mind.

88% of porn features violence against women.

America is the most pornographic country in the world, yet pretends to be puritan.

In 1976, a 10-year-old Brooke Shields posed naked in Playboy.

I repeat, a 10-year-old child was posing for porn in the most mainstream and

beloved American porno institution and nobody batted an eye.

I guess they were too busy reading the articles.

This world doesn't protect children, it eats them.

But what this world doesn't understand is one day,

the children will realize what has been done to them.

And they will eat back.

Hey dickhead, you can't fucking do that out here.

That flavor shit got banned.

What are you talking about got banned?

I would listen to her, dude.

I'll tell him you're smoking fucking real cigarettes.

You guys are kids, I can tell.

How do you think we got these weird kids? You are kids.

I can tell by looking at you, you're fucking kids.

So what if I am a kid?

I'm a fucking minor, you shouldn't be hitting on me.

Yeah, why are you hitting on her, pal?

I'm not fucking hitting on you, I want nothing to do with you.

Where'd you get that from, hot topic?

You're a fucking faggot.

Words is a bitch.

Aren't you guys supposed to be progressive, the young generation?

We are. You guys, seriously, leave me the fuck alone.

Just walk away. Just walk... You walk away.

You guys are fucking assholes, man. You guys are mean.

Hey pussy, fucking walk away from this.

Get the fuck out of here, dude.

Use your kind of leaves, bitch.

You fucking piece of shit.

No, it's gonna get frank inside.

You're gonna get lit on fire.

We're gonna light you on fire.

Get the fuck out of here.

Do not know where you're fucking with.

You guys wanna get crazy?

You guys wanna fucking get crazy? Get out of here.

Get out of here. No one likes you.

You should be fucking scared.

I killed people for a living. No, I'm not scared.

I want you to leave. I'm gonna kill you motherfucker.

Get the fuck out of here. Get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of here.

You're lucky you guys are fucking kids, man.

This is how I have to learn there's no more fucking vaping.

Kids throwing fucking rocks at me.

They threw rocks at Jesus.

They threw rocks at women.

You don't fucking throw rocks at people.

I don't kill anyone.

Well, yeah, I fucking do kill people, but they don't know that, okay?

I don't kill kids.

And I don't rape, okay?

I have sex consensually with a woman.

And then I kill her, but I don't fucking rape them.

I'm not a fucking savage.

I hate them.

Fuck it.

Little fucking bitch calling me a fucking pedal.

I fucking hate pedals, man.

And if I really gave a shit, I would fucking

only kill fucking pedals and politicians.

Which, let's be honest, there's a lot of fucking crossover there anyways.

There is no goodness in this world. There is only evil.

There is only evil. Fucking stupid fucking kids.

May 24th of last year was the day of my last relapse.

It was also the day of all the school shootings.

There have been 35 mass shootings in America since I started my own killing spree.

When children are dying in the streets and no one gives a fuck.

Then what is our world, if this is our world?

I was a teacher when it happened.

And I would drink and look at dead kids' faces at night, mourning them.

A crack appeared in my mind.

Every day I taught my students they would appear more and more dead.

As if my brain were haunted.

I didn't know who I hated more.

The pussy cops for letting the kids die without trying.

Or the pussy incel who killed the kids.

And he got what he wanted.

All killers get what they want from society.

To be known, to be talked about even if it's only for 15 minutes.

And the killing will never stop until the media stops covering the killers.

And giving them the celebrity they lacked in talent to achieve.

And this is where we are at.

A world full of hopeless people who know their

despair will be rewarded by acts of extreme violence.

The rejection of the world no longer bothers me.

For I've seen what they reward.

Hey, uh, I think you dropped something. Oh yeah?

Is that what you fucking think?

Stupid motherfuckers think they can tell me not to vape here?

This is still America, isn't it?

Even this shit's calling me a faggot.

And so what if I were a faggot?

Would it make a difference?

Little fucking Tony Hawks kicked me out of this place.

They fucked around and found out.

This was their fault, not mine.

Entry 137.

I lost a week's time and woke up in a Bernie Sanders t-shirt.

But have no clue how I got it.

I think it had something to do with my dream.

I was at a political rally.

At first I thought I was there to cheer.

But there were burning children handing out flyers against World War 3.

Which I felt was a worthy issue to fight against.

I couldn't see anybody's face in the crowd.

And I wondered if they could see my own.

I felt my pocket's weight grow heavy with grief and rage.

And then I felt it. There was a gun in my pocket.

And I now knew why I was here.

I was here to kill Donald Trump.

Only for some reason he looked like Bernie Sanders.

Anyways, in the end, what did it matter?

Trump is not a unique evil.

He's just the true face of the ugly empire.

And that's why the system hates him so.

Because he makes loud and clear the evil the smooth talkers make quiet.

The elite tell us we need to lower the rhetoric around politics.

And that violence is wrong.

But they engage in violence so brutal it would make Tony Soprano blush.

Mass shootings don't even last longer than the next news cycle.

The Nashville school shooting came and went like those people never existed.

But society will blame it on the movie Nashville.

Just like I'll be blamed.

See, because murder is only wrong when the wrong people commit it.

As long as the murder profits the right people, there is no panic.

There is only thoughts and prayers.

Because when the 1% die, it's a tragedy.

But when the 99% die, it's strictly business.

The burning children made a ruckus and I knew they

were at diversion so I could get a clear shot.

My head was on fire.

Nothing felt real anymore.

It's been the same election year over and over.

Bill Hicks whispers in my ear that if I kill America, then I would break the

illusion that we would all stop fighting each

other and fight to take care of each other.

This country was born in blood and terror.

And unless we start to love each other again, it will end in blood and terror.

USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! Get them out of here!

Get them out of here! Get them out of here!

I was certain it was a dream, but I don't remember waking up.

I was contemplating the eternal question.

No, not the nature of good versus evil.

No, I'm talking about separating the art from the artist.

I knew a girl who was always talking about toxic artists and

told me I was a bad person for wearing a Morrissey shirt.

Yet she loved Michael Jackson.

For her, being a prick was worse than sleeping in beds with little boys.

It's all performative.

The unserious left is more focused with scolding

comedians saying offensive jokes and meaningful change.

Like raising a minimum wage or universal

health care or getting money out of politics.

Eh, but fuck it, let's cry about mean words.

Safe space in comedy is an oxymoron that only

makes sense if you're a total fucking moron.

Historically, comedy is the last place you can tell the

truth and now smooth brains are trying to censor it.

If I can't laugh, I don't want to be a part of your revolution.

Everything is funny until it's directed at you.

I hate short people.

Like, I'm so sorry, I'm 4'11, and if you're not 5'11 and up, I just don't see you.

You're not in my eye line.

I want to date somebody who dribbles me like a basketball.

That's fucking offensive.

I waited for her after the show so that I could pretend to

really like her comedy and make her feel good about herself.

Sure, it's easy to celebrate Prior and Carla now because they're dead legends,

but if they came up today, they would get cancelled before they got started.

I killed the comedian. Nothing of value was lost.

Cancel culture is only applied to those the system deems obsolete.

It is all selective morality built on sand.

During the writer's strike, CEOs admitted they were waiting for strikers to lose

their homes, but no one cancelled this psychotic behavior.

Art is on its last breath.

AI will first replace the writer, and with that, the world.

The fundamental problem with not separating the art from

the artist arises in the form of the Ryan Gosling dilemma.

When you look up talent in the dictionary, you see Ryan Gosling's dreamy face.

The problem is, is that I don't know for a fact that Ryan Gosling doesn't eat babies.

So if I love this man's art, but when they find out he eats babies, is that supposed

to retroactively make all my feelings wrong?

Or worse, be seen as endorsing baby eating?

And you might say if he doesn't get caught eating babies, then your point is moot.

But you would be missing my point, which is we can never know who anyone really is.

Therefore, the only way to ethically consume art is to stop.

Step one in creating a retarded world.

Ban the word retard and have retards cheer on censorship.

It's retarded.

Society's fix to the incoming apocalypse is to censor and rewrite children's books

that have language deemed not fit for the public.

Wait till these f***ers get a hold of Tom Sawyer.

Words like suicide and rape are being demonetized and censored online under the

guise of eliminating scary words for a safe space for all.

But what happens when rapists are raping people but you

no longer have the ability to say anything about rape?

Or even the financial incentive to cover it?

While the rapist will get away with grape, of course.

The system rules with impunity while the list of requirements

to be considered a good person grows daily for the public.

The system wants you to hold entertainers to higher standards than our politicians.

Our leaders are empty-headed dumb f***s who couldn't

manage a target but have the power to destroy the world.

You have the blue coat with the bald asshole who's against immigration even

though he's married to an immigrant and only wears hoodies

instead of suits because of his poor mental health.

But if you or I showed up in hoodies at work we would be fired, not called a hero.

Then you have the red coat with the ugly bitch who's shocked on

her puppy to death because she didn't want to potty train it.

If you all saw me kill a dog in this movie you would run out to theaters but in

actual real life killing your puppy doesn't get you kicked out of society it

gets you promoted to Secretary of Motherf***ing Defense!

And is she going after Jeffrey Epstein's Pedo Pal Network of Child Traffickers?

No!

She's going after the real enemy Mexicans trying to get work at Home Depot.

And if you don't believe me fact check my ass I

bet I've lied to you a lot less than our media has.

Pretty soon, just stating facts will be

considered controversial and soon after criminal.

So if you fight for censorship you are fighting for your own demise and you

better pray to God that no one with beliefs opposite of yours ever gets in power.

We never did learn how to live together but at

least pretty soon we'll all get to die together.

Final Entry The truth was dear reader all the killing

was feeling repetitive boring and worst of all just sad.

I used to see confetti when I killed now I just see tears.

Jeffrey Dahmer said a few weeks before he was caught he bought an aquarium and fish

and loved learning about the filter systems.

He said he wished he would never have started killing.

He wished he could have just bought a bunch of aquariums and shared that fish

all day and night instead of the whole cannibal killer thing.

Within happy homes contain happy families and this is a story of our lives.

As fun as the world may be we retreat into our homes to be our most selves.

And in these homes there are stories told every day and every night.

There are memories of extreme happiness and

memories so bad you don't remember what they were.

And in most of these houses there are attics where

we store and keep away the things that would kill us.

If not for the lock on the door.

Keeping sad truths at bay.

I was gonna turn myself in and never kill again.

It was time to come clean.

This is the way the world ends.

Not with a bang but a popcorn fart. Ah! Oh my god.

Hey sis. Come here.

I never thought I'd hold you again.

Come on. Let's go. You have a lot of catching up to do.

Alright. Here's the water. It's nice and cold.

Not vodka. Hey. Take that vodka. Absolutely not.

You're not still drinking are you? You're not drinking?

I don't have a drinking problem.

So. Touché. How have you been?

What have you been up to?

How have I been?

How have I been?

Where do you even start? Where are you living now?

I don't really have a place right now.

Just kinda bounce around you know?

You're homeless. So you are actually homeless.

I have a car. Why don't you call me?

These are the things you should call me for.

I have a car. If I have a car I'm not homeless.

We have a guest room. You could easily stay with us.

My car is my home. You have me worried now.

You had six years clean and now you're drinking and living in your car.

I'm here to help okay?

Let's just talk about it okay?

What's going on? Here's the thing sis.

Have you talked to Frederick?

Just on Facebook sometimes.

It's crazy though isn't it?

He's the top agent in the biz still.

I mean he's always had an eye for talent.

He had you in like every commercial in America at some point.

But oh my gosh these kids are getting cuter and cuter.

But not as cute as you were.

Someone came to me a year ago when I was still teaching the sixth graders.

When I was still sober.

And he showed me a photo that Freddy took of me.

Yeah I mean everyone's seeing the photos.

And the photo I was thinking... You were on every billboard when we were kids.

Like I couldn't even walk outside without seeing your face.

I'm so jealous.

I'm probably still getting residuals on that.

You're not listening to me. I am!

Frederick, your photo, I know. I get it.

You're not listening to me. Stop drinking.

I wasn't wearing clothes in there.

I'm not following.

What do you mean?

For like a swimsuit campaign or something?

No, the thing is I forgot.

It had been so long that I forgot what happened.

Forgot what?

Freddy um... He did things to me.

No. No! It's a very serious accusation. Okay?

This could actually ruin someone's life.

It already has ruined someone's life.

It's ruined my life. You don't believe me do you?

I don't know what to believe right now. Okay?

It's a lot at once.

I just... Well I'm going to tell you something.

If you can't believe that buckle up.

I don't know how to say this.

I killed a mother yesterday.

What? She was picking flowers and I picked her.

She was number 65 and I smashed her head in with a mallet.

What the fuck are you talking about? This isn't funny.

I didn't know at the time she was a mom.

I just thought she was a normal woman.

She wasn't AI. She wasn't just an extra in a movie.

She was a human with a life and kids who depended on her for love and protection.

I never wanted to hurt children.

But that's exactly what I did.

And I did that to them. I'm no different than him.

What are you trying to tell me?

What I'm trying to tell you is... What I'm trying to say is...

I'm... I'm a killer. Okay.

So you are drinking and you're not sober and you're not okay.

After I told you that you can easily stay here and we can go to rehab.

This isn't about fucking rehab! I am a killer!

Stop saying shit like that. It's not true. It is true.

I'm the killer that's been in an ooze the last year.

I don't believe you.

I just think you're hurting and that you need help.

You're right. I do need help.

I need to be put fucking down!

Stop it! I don't want to hear this shit!

I killed so many people.

Good people who did nothing.

I killed them. You wouldn't do that.

You have a good heart. You're a good guy.

I had a good heart. But I don't anymore.

It's not true.

You need to call the cops on me. No.

Call the cops on me.

Please call the cops on me.

You need psychiatric help.

You don't need to go to jail.

I don't even know if you actually killed anyone.

You're probably drunk. You don't remember anything.

You were always my hero growing up.

You always sit up for what was right and taught me to care.

Please call the cops and turn me in.

So you can save innocent people's lives.

I can't do it.

Pretty soon the whole world is going to know me.

But I need you to know none of this was your fault.

This was all my fault.

Please stay. Watch Back to the Future.

We can order pizza like the good old days.

They were never good days.

Goodbye, sis. I'm so sorry for everything.

If you leave, I'm never talking to you again.

I swear to God!

I don't care if I have to saw my own head off.

I'm never killing again.

I'm going to drink all my alcohol and then drink rubbing alcohol to finish the job.

I'm going to kill myself like Jeffrey Epstein

and put an end to this madness once and for all.

No matter what, I will never kill again.

We're going to escape!

Oh, hey now. That's not where the cart goes, sir.

Sorry, what?

Just because somebody else does it doesn't mean you can do it too.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Oh, Agent Sebastian with the carton arts.

I'm here to help you find the right spot to put your cart back in.

Am I on camera right now? Yeah, absolutely.

What we do is we create educational videos.

You don't have consent to film me.

I'm sorry, you don't have my consent.

That's okay, I don't need it.

Is this like a catch a predator Chris Hansen thing?

It's sort of a catch a cart predator, essentially, yes.

Instead of catching fucking pedophiles, you're catching people who don't cart people.

Cart perpetrators. Cart perpetrators.

Some people call them cartophiles.

You know what? I totally agree with you. Oh, good.

But I can't put... I gotta go.

This has not been a good day. Tell me about it.

I'm sorry man, I can't do it.

Are you putting things on my car?

Yeah, watch out behind you sir. I got a tree there.

Dude, my car is already a piece of shit.

A flood fucked it up. I have no air conditioning.

It's on the verge of collapse.

And now you're putting freaking magnets on it, man.

Well, great news for you.

The magnet doesn't do any damage.

Dude, it does psychic damage.

Is your car's brain hurt? My brain hurts.

You know what will help your brain feel better?

Putting your cart back where it belongs.

Listen, I respect what you're doing.

Honestly, I fucking hate people who don't put their carts back.

I really fucking do, man.

I put my cart back every single time in my whole life.

Every single time. This is literally the one time.

That's fantastic. So let's be part of that people.

Let's show a redemption arc here.

Let's be one of the good people.

It doesn't matter if you try to be good.

Because someone else is going to leave a cart.

I can put my cart back all the time. No one sees it.

No one gives me credit.

There's going to be people putting their carts wherever the fuck they want.

It doesn't matter. One man can't make a change.

There's no change he can make.

Be glad that people like MLK didn't have that kind of attitude.

Or else they would have just given up and

said, Oh well, I guess racism exists forever.

So what can I do to change anything?

But it still exists. Yeah, but it's better.

Just because everyone else is terrible doesn't mean you need to be.

You don't want to be part of the lowest common denominator.

You want to rise above.

I agree with everything you say.

But I can't put this cart back. Why not?

Ah, it blocked your attack.

Don't fucking block my fucking attack, man.

Blocked your attack.

You're a fucking asshole, man. Ah, that's not nice.

You didn't block it. I guess you won.

I don't think you know who you're messing with, honestly.

Is there a Lazy Bones Anonymous meeting that you're late for?

Is there a Lazy Bones... fucking motherfucker.

You like to fucking throw garbage?

You like to fucking throw garbage?

Here, there's some for you.

I'll get you more. Here, take it. Garbage for you.

Garbage for you.

I'm afraid I've got to add another magnet.

No, you're throwing things. I'm not throwing things.

Another one for you. Can I just ask you one question?

Yes, sir. Are you live streaming right now?

No, sir, we don't live stream, but this will probably be on a YouTube,

Facebook, Instagram, later on, so folks can learn from your mistakes.

Thank you, Agent.

Very respectful, I appreciate that.

Here's your fucking magnet. I felt like an asshole.

I should have never killed the carton arc.

I agreed with every single thing he said and I still murdered him.

I was just like everyone else.

A phony.

I helped an old man walk across the street in hopes of boosting my karma.

But it was too late.

My karma was shot.

And not even the Skrulls could help me now.

I was on my own.

I was just a boy, born into a scary world.

I never wanted this role.

It was just the one I had to play.

I go to the movies one more time for old times sake.

The movies suck so I felt okay with dying.

I never loved anything more in my life the way

I loved movies when I was a lonely teenager.

It seems like a lifetime ago, before Skynet was activated.

Back when people still knew how to talk to each other.

By the time I was born, it was already too late.

The world was in its final season.

And the whole thing would be cancelled soon.

Angels burn in a genocide as cars drive on.

I think I'm hallucinating.

Dear Watcher, there would be no manifesto to read.

No words to provide meaning into the meaningless.

No motives left behind to politicize or inspire.

I would leave this world the same way I entered it.

Quiet, invisible, and without meaning.

After birth is death.

The child porn industry is thriving in the darkness.

The internet has made it easier than ever to destroy kids.

Until last year, I never knew videos of babies

getting fucked was popular amongst the pedos.

Not grown kids like I was, but babies.

How is this happening?

How did I end up on screens across the world?

Pedos are using cheese pizza online as a code word for child porn.

They're trying to co-opt pizza, the most wholesome thing in the world.

Everything I've ever loved, this world has destroyed.

And so I pray to some god that left long ago to wake up in a home.

But I wake up in a nightmare and do my part to serve my function.

This was the place I buried the first person I ever killed.

All she could keep repeating through the blood was why.

And I wish I had an answer for her.

But why is a central mystery to my life story.

I threw up for what felt like forever after I killed her.

It felt like it was my soul that I puked out.

Ever since I can remember, people have always scared me.

But this last year taught me how to overcome my fears.

And live in this society.

This entire journey started with signs talking to me.

Telling me what to do and guiding me forward.

But now there were no signs left.

So I decided to do what I've been too scared to do from the start.

I am on my way to kill the only person I should have ever killed in my life.

The person who gave me my origin story.

A person I loved, hated, and ultimately feared.

He gave me a toy of my favorite monster the last

time I saw him and I was going to return it to him.

And I have never been more terrified in my life.

The truth is, dear watcher, I became the worst kind of monster.

The kind that was innocent and was hurt.

That went on to hurt other innocents.

May I burn in hell with Dahmer.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I have a special delivery for Frederick.

I didn't order pizza.

Are you Frederick or?

Yeah, I'm Frederick, but I didn't order pizza, buddy.

Well, if you didn't order pizza and if pizza arrives at your doorstep.

It's kind of your lucky day, isn't it?

A vampire can only come inside of your house if you invite them in first.

You want me to come in? Just come on in.

This looks good. Yeah, it does look good.

You know, a little messy maybe, but we can clean that up.

So you do this kind of thing often?

Yeah, yeah. We've done this before.

We've done this before? I've done this before.

But I saw something outside.

I think it actually might be yours.

It's yours, you should just take it. Is it yours?

I've never seen that before in my life.

Look, what are you here for?

I'm here for a pizza party.

You like to party, right? As much as the next guy.

Maybe a little more than the next guy.

And you know what?

You're actually starting to make me feel a little uncomfortable.

Oh, I'm making you feel uncomfortable?

Oh, God. Well, it'd have to happen.

It's best that you get your stuff and leave.

Let's have some pizza. Let's have some fun.

What's the matter? It's not the kind of pizza you like?

You like the other kind of pizza, huh?

What kind of game is this that you're pulling?

Oh, there's no game. What happened to you?

What is going on? What happened to me? Exactly.

What happened to me?

That's what I've been trying to figure out.

What happened to me?

What happened to me? Freddie.

That's what I'm asking you.

What happened to me?

I don't know what happened to you.

We need to talk, okay? There's nothing to talk about.

Oh, there's nothing to fucking talk about, huh?

Whoa, whoa. Holy shit, man.

Will you stop waving that fucking thing around, please?

Look, put that thing down for you. This room.

Will you relax, please? Don't touch it.

All right, fuck it. I want a pizza. I want a pizza.

Please, though. All right, bring the pizza.

Get the pizza then. Get me plates.

All right, get this one. God damn.

I was little kid level scared.

All right, perfect. Good job.

Can you just put that thing away?

I will point it over here. Don't be scared.

I'm so happy. I'm so hungry. Pizza time.

You remember that pizza guy?

This is all right, but it could be better.

Listen, it's like the old days, remember?

You know, you started me off early.

I'm a full-blown alcoholic now.

Congratulations. Who am I? What? Who am I?

What are you talking about?

What's my name?

What's her name? I don't know your name.

Stop it already. I don't know you, please.

God, if I knew who you were, I would say it, but I don't know it.

You know who I am, but you're just so committed

to your lie that you can't break character. Look it!

What do you want from me?

What do you fucking want from me?

Go find him.

Find me the pictures. Find them fucking now.

I don't got fucking time. I'm looking. You're evil.

But then again, I'm evil too.

But there is a spectrum of evil.

See, my evil, my evil ends things, wraps things up in a nice little bowl of tragedy.

My evil amplifies the lives that I take.

Because in death, we are all made into saints.

No chance of fucking up?

Falling out of favor? No.

The fucking lives that I take, these dead souls, they

get to spend their eternity as a glorious memory.

A memory of all the good things. Because guess what?

When you die, nobody remembers the bad.

It's not important.

My evil gives people the very meaning that we're all searching for in life.

You're evil?

Your evil is like a cancer that grows and metastasizes in cancer.

There's no cure.

Your kind of evil is the kind that created me.

Here, you left the photos. Here, here's some photos.

Here's some other photos. You want more photos?

I got more photos.

These aren't me. These aren't even me.

Just pretend they're you.

I fucking hate you.

You hate me so much that you came over here to beg me to remember you.

I came here to make you remember so you can remember the bad things you did.

I was just a fucking kid.

I'm sorry. Kids shouldn't be hurt.

Kids are supposed to be protected.

Okay, it happened to me too.

Who cares? Nobody cares. Get over it, man. Move on.

Get over it? You put the evil in me.

You wanted it in you. I didn't want it.

I don't know why you're acting like such a victim here, man.

I mean, you kissed me on my mouth.

You kissed me. I didn't kiss you.

You kissed me on my mouth. I was 10.

I was 20, man. Big deal. It was a long time ago.

Just move the fuck on.

Why do you have to be so wounded?

You got your dick sucked.

Can't you just move on from it?

You were like a piece of gum that got stuck on my shoe, really.

I could not get you off of me.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy. I'm going crazy.

You made me this way.

You're just a pussy.

You're all generations. You're all pussies.

You guys, you need somebody to blame for your shit.

Because you can't take the fact that you're an absolute fucking zero.

You blame the entire world for all your failures in life instead of taking the L

and just moving on and getting the W next time.

Come on, you've got choices, right?

I don't have a choice. You have a choice.

Do you have a choice to be holding that gun to me right now or am I making you do that?

Honestly, I think you'd be better off pulling that gun to your own head,

putting yourself out of this misery.

I mean, sometimes you just get delta-fucked-up-handed.

You got delta-fucked-up-handed.

I get it.

You don't even want to live.

I can see it in you.

You're tired.

And you should take a long nap.

You should. You should get some rest. I love you.

I love you.

And you don't even know my name.

You look like a mark to me.

No!

I'm out of here.

But before I leave, I want you to know that I

know that you know I meant something to you once.

I know I did.

No!

Oh, I feel bad now.

I feel so much better.

Oh, yes.

You cry for me.

Oh, that's good.

Look me in the eyes. You don't die yet.

Look me in the eyes. Stay alive. Don't die now, baby.

Who am I?

Who am I? Your name is...

You're... Your name is... Who am I?

Who am I? What's my name?

He's fucking dead.

He's dead. Fucking dead!

And I don't even know who I am.

If I ever was anyone to begin with.

Goodbye, Freddy.

I had killed my monster.

The nightmare was finally over.

I could go back into hibernation and reawake new again.

I must have five stars.

I've been beyond lucky up to this point, but even the best gamblers will tell you,

luck eventually runs out.

The reptiles were the first on Earth who inherited their brains.

Darkness within darkness.

Any minute now will be a trending topic, but I won't be around to see it.

I'll be watching from Hell, looking up at Heaven.

I drive by the cops drenched in blood and said

a prayer to the squirrels for the hell of it.

What little sanity I clinged onto is now rapidly disintegrating into oblivion.

I wish I'd never seen the nude photos of myself.

I wish I'd just never remembered any of it.

I was so bad that I had control, but it was always an illusion.

I was in a high-speed car chase and nothing made any sense.

My third eye is opening.

I can see beneath reality.

I fight assiduously to make sense of what is happening.

With God's finger firmly lodged into my third

eye, time no longer works chronologically.

I'm half crazy, all for the love of you.

I grew up in the heart of the beast and learned well.

I thought I became the system, but I was just

another pawn let down by words and slogans.

Language is the antichrist that holds us in

our heads, separates us, and makes us enemies.

But we are not enemies.

We are Americans.

And in America, it's the killers who rise in the top.

And just like magic, my dream girl enters the scene.

This was it. This was the end of the movie.

This was the last scene of my life.

I was going to kill the only girl I ever loved.

I was going to sell out.

I saw a mural of my favorite childhood book and it nearly stops me.

But it was too late now.

I guess it always was too late.

In a world where the bad guys always win, what choice

did I even have to be anything other than what I was?

Anyways, it was all for the greater good.

This was my gift to you.

I lit myself on fire and have burned the whole world with me, so as to keep warm

and comfort the disturbed, and to disturb the comfortable.

And from the ashes, God will rise without a name.

This was my attempt to bring Americans together, by killing everyone equally.

You're going to have fun. Just stop fucking wiggling.

Stop being nice. Stop being crazy. You cannot be nice.

You are being nice. You might live through this, okay?

But don't scream, okay?

Promise not to scream?

What the fuck did I just finish telling you?

You already failed the first fucking... Fuck!

Now you get zip tied again because you broke our trust.

And if you try anything funny again, I promise it's not going to end so funny.

I'm going to saw your fucking head off.

Not if you understand.

Let's try again. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Whatever I did, I'm sorry!

Please, please!

What are you doing?

I'm trying to make the world a better place.

I don't understand. There's nothing to understand.

Why should people have heads if they don't use them?

I want you to smile. I have a gift for you.

Just smile and pretend like you're not about to die.

Smile like she's smiling.

Because she is you.

Don't spit on yourself.

You're a beautiful person, but you don't see it.

You don't believe in yourself, but I do.

I'm going to take your eyes out of your head and put them

in my head so you can see how beautiful you really are.

You just have to snap out of there.

And then you can love yourself.

Like how I love you.

Stop! Stop! What did I do? You didn't do anything.

That's the saddest part.

It's just the movie.

You have to remember that.

Stop!

It's here!

Let me go!

This is what I'm going to do to you next.

And once you have new eyes, you'll see things like I do.

Eyes are such beautiful keepsakes.

And they taste good too.

It's really good.

Stop! Drink your medicine.

So good! I love it too.

So what did you think of it? It's different.

It's good though, right?

This is people you're drinking. This is good.

Thank you for sharing.

The universe has brought us together.

We're both connected by some invisible string of bait.

Let me go. I knew it the second I saw you.

You were just like me.

Something beautiful that was fucked by the world.

And now that you've tasted blood, you're my accomplice.

I don't really have a fix.

Yes you do. No, I was a person.

But I'm not anymore. You're still a person. No!

No, I'm not.

Don't hurt yourself.

I can help you.

You can't even help yourself!

This... This is your real gift.

The first time I saw you, I saw how enamored you were with the skull head.

You were so thrilled staring at the eyes of the skull.

And I knew then that I could make you a happy woman.

Look how nice I am. Look what I did for you. Look.

Look into the skull.

Are you looking? You're seeing your future self.

Look into the future with me.

Do not close your eyes.

I don't know who you are.

Do you know me? Do you know me?

Let me know you.

Take off your mask.

This isn't you. Let me see the real you.

I'm in hell. It's gonna be okay if you figure it out.

No.

We're all gonna die. Why? Why now?

Because fuck this place.

It's a free place. It's a fucking nightmare.

And everyone's walking around like it's something, but it's nothing.

It's a disease. It doesn't have to be. It's a choice.

It's your choice. There is no choice anymore.

The choice is gone. It's been taken.

Take it back then. It's been taken. I don't exist.

Let me see you.

You wanna see me? Yes.

This is my face.

Look at you. There's me with birdies.

You're still that little boy?

You're still that little boy?

Some bird you?

A long time ago? I'm the devil. No you're not.

Take your mask off. Let me see you.

I don't have a face anymore.

I was good, but now I'm just bad. No you're not.

Life is complicated.

It's not black and white. Nothing is black and white.

This has all been a satanic mistake.

All of it. Let me see your face. Show me who you are.

Let me see your face.

Let me see your face. I don't have one anymore.

Show me who you are.

This is no face.

This is what a monster looks like.

I do remember you.

I wasn't gonna kill you.

You were the only one I wasn't gonna kill.

You were a teacher.

We talked about our students.

To be honest, it'd be better if they were all dead anyway.

It'd be better if they were all dead.

You don't have to do this anymore.

I know you're hurting.

I know you're in pain.

I know the world.

It sucks.

You don't have to do this. I do.

It doesn't have to be this way.

It does have to be this way. You have empathy.

It does. You're a human. It's been covered and buried.

But you're still human.

I'm not a human. I'm a monster.

We've all done bad things. It's okay.

It's okay. It's not okay.

This is it. This is the end.

Fucking sorry, it had to be you!

Follow the sound of my voice.

Tune everything else out and listen to my words.

This is not happening.

You are not really here.

Just like you said, it's all just a movie.

But if you want, you can give your movie a happy ending.

You think you hate people, but the truth is you really love them.

And that's why you think killing them is just.

But all you're doing is killing yourself.

We're gonna breathe together.

This is what I do with my students. We breathe in.

Hold it.

Out.

In.

You're gonna be okay. We're gonna get out of this.

It doesn't have to be the end.

There's innocence inside of you.

We just have to find it.

Remember that little boy you showed me?

That's still you.

He's still there.

That's who you are. This is not who you are.

Oh, he's dead. You're not dead.

I killed him a long time ago. You're not dead.

I know there's pain. I know there's pain.

I'm sorry.

This is a twist right now.

I tell my students everything is about choices and you can change your choices.

We can change the entire ending of the movie and change reality together.

All you have to do is believe.

Your mind is powerful.

You have the power to change.

You have the power to believe in a better future with me.

A future of love and compassion instead of war and violence.

If you choose the path of love, you, a sick fuck like you, then anything is possible.

But if you choose fear, there will be nothing.

You're at a crossroads in this very moment.

Believe in the path not taken.

Please, just believe with me.

Please, stop.

Just let me go. Just let me leave.

I don't want to kill you.

Here's what I propose.

You sing me the most beautiful song ever.

The most beautiful fucking melody.

And I'll let you go.

I'll open the door and you can do whatever the fuck you want.

You want to turn me in? You want to kill me?

You do whatever you want.

But you have to sing me the most beautiful song I've ever heard.

I've heard so many beautiful songs in my life.

I don't think the odds are in your favor.

You can try.

It's time to say goodbye.

This ride is only once in a lifetime.

Goodbye to all the clouds in the sky.

Everything was so nice, but I guess it's my time.

Hold tight.

Let the fear wash by.

What a gift it was just to have some time.

Don't cry if I die tonight.

Remember me for all the good things I was inside.

See the light.

Open up your third eye.

Everything's within you. You can make things alright.

Choose the light. Please let me live a full life.

I won't tell another what you did here tonight.

It's time to say goodbye.

I will live forever even if my heart dies.

I won't cry if I die tonight.

Remember me for all the good things I was inside.

Remember me for all the good things I was inside.

Remember me for all the good things I was inside.

Remember me for all the good things I was inside.

For all the good things I was inside.

Remember me Thank you for all the good things I was inside.

I had a dream, and in the dream the road was a beautiful place.

All the rage had vanished, washed away in a sea of nirvana.

All children were protected from harm and raised by parents who loved them.

All wars were outlawed and best of all I

could walk in public without hiding who I was.

I could be my authentic self and nobody judged me or really even seemed to care.

I saw a fake Elvis and then I saw the real deal.

I had finally arrived in Graceland.

I knew one day I would look back on this whole thing like it never happened.

I would silence the music.

I would master my mind and not be a slave to my cravings.

I would separate the art from the artist and listen to Michael Jackson again.

I'd just be someone who lived on the edge of the frame.

Someone you would pass on the street and think nothing of.

I'll just be somebody's neighbor one day.

I would drink water and I would vote.

I would become an adult and join the real world.

To be an adult is to compromise.

Sure I had to stop caring about things like the oligarchy.

But it was time to grow up.

I would meet a nice girl, get married, and live a good life.

I was born terrified.

Everything has always scared me, most of all death.

People die every single day.

It is the end of everyone's movie.

I just played my part.

And as I got older this would all seem like a terrible dream I once had.

My early thirties.

The further away I would get from it, the more it would fade into the attic.

The attic in the attics, where we store away the monsters.

I would seal the lock and fortify it.

So that nothing bad could ever touch me again.

Time flies. Remember death.