First, a question: (and be honest, you fetching little faggots, because Enrico can smell a lie like a hot turd in an old bag's diaper) how many of you puppies get a canker sore on the insides of your mouth, and whenever you aren't thinking about it begin to chew on the nasty little fucker?That's right, all of you. Do not lie.
The simple fact is that all of us are monsters. We have the front part of the brain which is the loudest and the most melodramatic, but each of us also has the quiet back part of brain which watches very closely during disasters like 9/11 and Katrina . . . this part of brain revels in the death and misery . . . this part of brain wants the death and misery not only for the others but also for itself.
Why is that people complain about war and death and yet war and death make more dollars every year? Why are war and death the main themes in all works of fiction? Why is sex banned on television but death and blood live on?
Because you all fucking love it.
You want to be there, the starfuckers that you all are on the inside of your twisted dark souls, Enrico knows, because he is just like you except that he does not hide it. He learned early on that the Monster is what keeps peoples moving. The fear of the Monster after us, and the fear of the Monster inside you.
Why are serial killers so popular? Why is Ailene Wuornos famous? Why is there a movie made about Karla Homolka? How many movies about Ed Gein? How many books and documentaries about the Nazis?
How much of our history is written in gore?
So much to think about. But let Enrico ask you this: how long has it been since you thought about killing someone? Perhaps only fleetingly, or even in jest, but how long has it been?
How long since you wondered what death would really be like? How long since you watched television program about someone trapped inside building pinned down by large slab of concrete and wondered what it would be like to be squeezed like that? Your organs being ripped inside you and blood bubbling from mouth? You want it, do you not? In some small way?
How many have watched the television news and watched a father hold his own baby daughter hostage and you wondered 'why haven't they shot the fucker through head yet?' and did you keep watching because you were concerned for baby, or because you might catch glimpse of head popping like ripe watermelon? Or was it both?
Think about all this. Sit by yourself and try to probe for Enrico in back of brain . . . ask it questions . . . see what it says. Enrico knows you better than you think.
You can lie to others, but you cannot lie to yourself. Not for long.
Dr. Phil tells Enrico that you cannot build relationship on lies, so the question goes out to you: Can you build relationship as world when you all lie, not only to each other, but to yourselves?
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