I felt a complete abandonment of my senses. I was turning away from familiarity. I marveled at such a description of my own crooked soul. I emancipated my self from the fear of punishment and reveled in such freedoms.
What would people think of a man so divorced of his morals? Would they think me an animal? I hoped so. I closed my eyes and an image came to me of a man tearing flesh from bone. What species, I couldn't say.
The green eyes of my reflection twinkled at the thought of such cruelty. In a way, I was innocent in my desires, I had become simplified.
Hunting and killing meat, eating meat and putting meat into meat.