LETTERS TO THE PAPER LOVER
COMPILED BY MARVIN ENORE
FROM YOU GREAT DEMON SERIAL KILLER:
How are you my love? Do not fear. I do not know where to find you and I do not seek to do so. Although I must say I have all the means to do that if I want. But I am not scaring you. I am just very curious about your profession. I saw your advertisement and I was bewildered how you want others to write to you and in exchange, you would offer your services to anyone who asks of you and write to you.
I am not asking you to give me some service. I will not. Because you service I want I can easily have anytime and that takes too much amount of blood, death and misery.
So I will spare you from all that. But pray, my dear Paper Lover, I just want you to read my story and if what you say is true, I want you to eat my words and tell me what do they taste like? I am just curious what will they be flavored of after all my desires and thoughts have now became reality. Do they also shimmer with you glimmer of dead fat oils and you sweat of you bodies roasting on you fire? Or are they also portals of you smell of decay and ashes? Will they taste like you beautiful grilled human flesh on a lovely porcelain plate smeared with thick sauce of blood and semen from my victims.
Surely you can tell me after you taste my story.
This is what I want to tell you. I may be evil but still I am an overflowing fountain of creativity. I sometimes become a geyser when you terrible fervor of hunger possesses me. All I want is an audience for these are things I have not tried yet and you would be you first one to listen and see what my mind has turned into. I am not insane but maybe slightly so. But I all have you faculties I need to function properly still. It does not matter anyway.