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The slice and the dice of the body is divine, 
their is nothing quite like feeling the body convulse as you plunge the scalpel in again
and again 
The screams are a sweet musical melody that never stop to give me sweet goosebumps the only thing better is when they beg me to stop, 

These fool are stupid enough to think I even see them as anything even resembling a human i do no not see them as such 
Because humans are equal and the poor fools that end up on the other end of my scalpel are not equals they are not people merely subjects of my scalpels sweet perfection as I stab them 

They will even give me their life stories how theirs some ones wife someones brother or even someone child i do not care
In fact i am insulted that they think i haven't though of such a simple thing already 
The only question only ask about them it is a strange question that pops in my head from time to time as they scream and beg for their pitiful lives is would they have said those thing about family or friends if they didn't think it saved them pitiful really talk about you the people you love to use them to save yourself the even more disgusting ones offer their supposed loved ones. how pitiful these foolish creatures i wonder how long before i get bore with the scalpel and start using something more creative.

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