Gello

You know whats weird? doing something else and thinking of something else, for example, I am supposed to kill people now, but i have this craving for mushrooms right now. Never ate them but still cravings are cravings. I hate cravings! they control your mind, send in a kick and suddenly there are thousands of neurons firing the signal for need.

I am a sniper by the way, not a psychopath! its just that i love to kill people. have you eaten a gello before? that squishy feeling as your teeth dig deeper.. I love it! I guess its the same reason why i love killing. Its sort of a hobby, i just imagine people are like blood bags and BAM! its the squishy feeling all over again. Ah! see all the mushroom craving has gone now.. its just the best thing about the brain i like, give it a lethalier thought and it grabs to it like parasite leaving the mundane (in this case the mushrooms) behind. Cure of a addiction is another addiction.

All you need to know about me is that i got bugged of humanitarian animosity and went to the highest mountain so that i can see them all and start shooting them one by one- NO RESERVATION- NO SYMPATHY.

I'll tell you a secret. Unlike most people who feel like they have a purpose of life- meant to be a hero and all that crap, I feel i have something dark inside me- meant to destruct. Who would have thought the guy who didn't even hurt a fly is now a trigger away from causing mayhem.

I am a terrorist, I am true to myself, I do what i feel is correct no drapes between me and myself, both abhor each other equally and there are no surprises. This is in contrast to most people who feel hatred and lock it inside them.. deep deep inside. What follows is a series of uncoordinated volcanic eruptions- hence the tale of human life.

So now I am standing on a summit of gods of gods looking down upon humanity.. watching people at their narcissistic best. Perhaps i should mention at this point that I love, love. It liberated me and here I am liberating people. Hand of god with the RayBan glasses.

Now, I look through the lenses for the worthy prey and what do i see? There is a man looking at me! smiling for that matter! who the hell is he calling? (my cell phone rings) ME!? who the hell is he??

Me: Hello! who are you??

Stranger: You weren't the first...you wont be the last.. (with an all knowing smile.. i hate that!)

(call disconnects)

Moment of truth and agony: I the hand of god have lost my handedness, my purpose.. a sudden dawn at the fact that if you have a problem, probably you are the problem and BAM! I am gello.