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If you were a serial killer what would be your calling card?

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lovingdead · 31-35, M
my lack of decision on that very thing has very possible stopped me from pursuing that avenue.
Morganne · 36-40, F
@lovingdead you could leave behind a copy of your favorite book
Morganne · 36-40, F
.. 50 shades of Grey
lovingdead · 31-35, M
@Morganne hmmm, but who would my victims be? and what does the leaving of the book symbolize?
Morganne · 36-40, F
Bad lovers and the book would symbolize your affinity for bondage
lovingdead · 31-35, M
@Morganne i wouldn't say affinity. perhaps I am just very cautious.

tied them to the bed so they don't fall off,
blindfold them so they don't see any of the spiders fleeing in terror.
oil them up as to not agitate their skin with my rough hands.
and to make them so weak in the knees that they dare not stand.
(for a recent internet article says too many injuries per year are from falls)
Morganne · 36-40, F
@lovingdead I dont think this is the reason you cant be a serial killer. You spend to much time debating how to be Mr. Right
lovingdead · 31-35, M
@Morganne possibly, but Mr Right questions his name when he often fails and is wrong in his attempts to find a Mrs Right
Morganne · 36-40, F
Well that ain't me. I've too often been mrs. Right now.
lovingdead · 31-35, M
@Morganne to be temporary in someone's life and to be ignored are all too similar. for in the end, you become invisible. and though that may make you feel as though you don't exist, it makes you hurt enough for several lifetimes.

one day someone will come along and become who all the rest pretended to be.
Morganne · 36-40, F
👏👏👏 those are some beautiful kind words sir
lovingdead · 31-35, M
@Morganne thank you very much, it's from a piece i wrote.

when time becomes a place,
then all will be clear,
when then and there,
become now and here,
bits of broken heart,
left scattered in the wind,
when bleeding wounds become,
just scars upon your skin,
when the last lonely sunset,
is painted in the sky,
when the last pained emotion,
is cried out from your eye,
when the hopelessness does fade,
there is but one guarantee,
you'll one day find someone who's everything,
that all the rest pretended to be.


don't give up ;)