Aloha From Hell

it is common knowledge that i am an avid reader. aside from harry potter and twilight, i am down to read like there is brim stone already raining down from the skies. among these books, novels and periodicals there are a handful that have become exceedingly useful to me in many ways for many reasons.

over the years the same thing reigns supreme: knowledge is power and power is deadly.

do i plan to use deadly force or wage a full blown war upon someone or a group of people? no, that is far too simple and just not my style. i like guerilla tactics and manipulation. trust me, it's so much more fun than just running over an entire family with a chevy suburban. let them systematicly turn on each other and leave the house stinking of rotted meat and sorrow.

consider being trapped in a death trap with you nearest and dearest, having to decide which of them must be bludgeoned beyond recognition only to then be devoured by the remaining persons because paranoia set in and all involved never thought to check the walls for loose bricks.

awesome, right? yeah, i'm totally watching FEARnet right now. epicly sick sit-com senario.

before i made the decision to actually make contact and fire off my textual rounds, i was taking steps five steps ahead and i did more than just some research. this includes:

reading countless pages of court transcripts

taking notes on several medical records

experimenting with lab equipment and their uses

collecting various samples

studying terrain and weather patterns

watching the scenes

waiting for long hours

planning every beautiful minute

needless to say, i make use of my time all the time.

so, you may understand what kinds of reading material i have in hand on any given day, at any given time. the likelyhood of needing any of this is slim to none, but it never hurts to be prepared for anything that may happen.

i made a small promise this evening that i wouldn't use obtained information to direct a tactical strike, it was out of respect and i do not regret it. this doesn't mean i can't use this, with all other information, at a later date and time to show that there are certain lessons that need to be taught to a select few. what i can do is say the following:

running is for your feet, not your mouth. in all reality you only know half of what you think you know and the rest can bite you in the ass any minute. it is a lovely day in the neighborhood when the roof comes crashing down on you, slowly impailing you and leaving you to bleed out while you think about all the things and people you will never see again.

Best Wishes,

Dax.