My circumstances are such that when I am inspired, I can write for days, and when I am not, there isn’t much to say. Furthermore, ‘inspiration’ comes in many versions, but generally it is born from my dark side - anger, disgust, hate, annoyance, discontentment. Other than the afore mentioned emotions, that darkness also includes my sex life. Sadism, is, afterall, a dark lust - a blood lust for me. Thus, when I am not satisfying said cravings, I am busy thinking about them. When I am not thinking about them, I am writing about them until at last, the calm comes and I can resume the facade of a completely normal man. Facade - yes, because I am far from normal.

Right now I am coming out of that calm. I am a beast awakening from a long slumber - only this slumber lasted for what, a mere two weeks or so? I am plunging back into the depths of turmoil, discontentment, bloodlust and anger. And stranger yet, I find myself eager for it. It is like rising and seeing the sun for two weeks straight with no break - after a while you begin to crave the shadow, the cool of night, the pitch that disguises so many sins.

D, -It is time for your reign to begin.