Introduction of Sorts

I'm at the library posting this, and I'm feeling somewhat pressed for time and exposed so it'll be a little sloppy.

And so, welcome to the blog. I’m sure some of you would be interested in hearing about my daily life (?!) and other sort of personal things but really I’ve never stuck to updating those sort of journals or whatever, so this blog isn’t going to be like that – though maybe here and there where I see relative , maybe.
This blog will purpose me in collecting, learning, understanding and – fantasizing though “interests” of mine. The taboo, the things many would call “evil”, the things people have had nightmares about.
There are really two kinds of people concerning this collective:
Those who would enjoy reading, and those who would not. SIMPLE. I don’t want to nor will I elaborate any further, if it’s not your thing, you probably shouldn’t be here…don’t you agree?
The “normal” ones, would not.
The “not so normal” ones, perhaps we share something in common. (To some degree?)
And just what am I, exactly? Strange? I can be. Crazy? I don’t think so – most of the time.
But what about normal?
Normal is only majority. And I am not a person like most, not in majority.
So if you are like me, reading this sort of material is like opening a forbidden book of secrets. Skimming through these “abnormal” things would bring me intrigue, excitement, wonderment – and on the best of times, fear. The way insides twist in a manner that is enjoyable. Kind of like that sinful feeling of elation, triumph and curiosity you felt the first time you looked up PORNOGRAPHY . Same thing.
And for everyone not like me, the “normal” ones. Majority. Don’t worry if this kind of content produces nothing more than disgust, mortifying horror, or the urge to vomit. It’s all right – you’re not one of “us”. :)
“Us”.
We are people of all walks of life, of different ages, occupations, from different families and locations.
Perhaps something made us this way.
Or maybe, such as it was for me-
You got that small taste for that “something disgusting” and didn’t vomit. Instead you only gain an insatiable, endless, and somehow destructive hunger.
Well yeah, this blog is one of my ways to keep that hunger at bay.
So lastly, it will be with my greatest effort to accept and try to understand all that is out there, and write with a most open mind.
And to those who do decide to read – even for your own simplest entertainment,
I ask Reader, to please try and keep an open mind as well – after all we are all but human.

And yeah - I think I'll maybe put this up in the profile or whatever...
While I'm here at the library, I hope to find some new interesting material to give review on -
next entry, I will be talking about a few movies : Karla, Abnormal Beauty, and Natural Born Killers (Classic!).
I also saw this book in the store, photographs of crime scenes! Boy oh boy, I must get that one. Also, probably an interview of a sadist. And any more if I can muster up any more people to let me interview them! Hmmph!

And lastly, a thought of today -
I was working out in the living room, and I heard a sudden BOOM!
I'd caught it out of the corner of my eye, and thought for some reason, someone had thrown a rock at our glass door, but it had thudded strangely and didn't crack the glass, so -
My mother had heard it too, she'd urge me to go investigate - and I'd found it was a small little bird that had done flown into our door! Poor thing, I was quite adamant about bringing it in, giving it warmth and checking for injuries. My mother's cruel about little mice, so I was surprised she was supportive. I tucked the little one into a towel, kept it safe, let it rest.
It wasn't until I had walked away I had that smallest thought - a mixture of ideas, all in one, yet all the same feeling...
...maybe I can get it, and tell her it passed on...broke it's neck or something...

I felt quite mean and guilty so the thought was dismissed fast...

Later on, the bird was missing - It wasn't me! You jerks! Haha, I have more control than that!
But anyways, it was found shortly after, and we'd establish it was healthy enough to go off. So my mother had me bring it out to the front.
I probably sat there for a good 30 minutes...when I'd first gotten the bird, it was slumped over, neck looked pretty broken to me, it probably had like a mini-concussion or something...
But now, it was perched up on my fingers, looking around curiously and I'd pet it constantly or try and encourage to fly off but it wouldn't.
Again, thoughts...
...if I go back inside, I can always say it flew away. Then there'd be no suspicion at all....
I have to say, I thought about it for awhile now. Not just breaking its neck, but having liberties - such as dissection or the like, taking photos and things like that...

Anyways, after another 15 minutes or so, I went back inside, and left the birdie on a tree branch since it so refused to leave...
Well not exactly.
While I was thinking that stuff, it had actually hopped off my hand and flown off, but it hit the ground fast - as if it knew I'd suddenly become a danger!
It could hardly fly though, hopped about until I finally caught it again. Then I set it on the tree...

it made me wonder, It's not like I have a thing for dead animals or anything. I read up on homicides and serial cases...So why?
And did it really feel my sudden change in nature?
Oh well! Pretty boring, sorry if I bored you ;)