~*~Intro~*~
They say insanity is a curse, quite possibly a gift. For me, insanity is nothing but true appreciation. True appreciation, for anything, is far too hard to find these days, in terms of most anything. For most, 'appreciation' holds nothing more than feigned enthusiasm; a want, not a driven desire. Innocent children are the only group of individuals truly appreciative, other than the hodgepodge of others like me here and there. Children are spell bound by the intricate workings of every day life, sans the biased contradictory words/actions of society, those made up of the truly mad. Yes, they hold the key to true appreciation. But even children, from their earliest days become corrupted by their upbringing, spoiled brats miserably rotted by the luxuries of life; they easily lose the little genuine perspective they had. So, why bother? Why bother attempting to cultivate their absorbent minds when eventually the work put in all of them will rot to nothingness. It'll be raked from their heads like fallen leaves on a lawn, not appreciated for displaying their vibrant colors and natural beauty, instead, shoved into piles, into bags, and thrown away, alone to rot, alone to die, just as I was.
I suppose you could consider me a dandelion within a garden of roses. Sure, I was a damned inferior among a bed of crimson beauties, but still, I was not withered, was not diseased, and was perfect; at least perfect as a dandelion could be. But let's stick to the facts, a dandelion is a dandelion, a rose is a rose. And to most, roses reign far superior to us 'weeds'. Because, that's all we really were, to ourselves, to everyone. Weeds which must be plucked, removed from the soil of nourishment, thrown aside, only to wither, rot, and die a meaningless death, while those beloved roses were tended to on hand and on foot, constantly watered, shaded from extreme heat or bitter cold, fed with the finest plant food known to man kind. They could bloom into fragrant beauties for everyone to admire. All us 'weeds' did was get in the way, obstruct the roses from getting nutrients, the same nutrients our frail bodies so desperately yearned for, just enough to survive off of, but no. No, no, no is all that could ever be heard, useless, not good enough, that's all that ever was, and that ever will be. For that reason, the weeds of society are truly the ones to admire. We're the ones who can truly appreciate a ray of sunshine or a drop of water. The simple things for what they really are, without the sugar coating and molasses thrown over. But alas, for seeing things this way, we are rendered insane. Insane for seeing things the way they truly are, insane for experimentation, insane.
Insanity is a bridge, the portal between the blind and those who truly see the world and its workings for what they truly are. Lives, they're meaningless things really. Here one minute, gone the next, and you would think the human race would be a bit more hearty, they've survived for thousands of years after all, but no. Well, in some respects humans are hearty. Experiment with murder and you'll see what I mean; life doesn't cease immediately, very interesting how the body fights. Take an ordinary human body and cut them open, pick a place, let's just use the stomach for arguments sake. Slice open the soft white flesh to reveal another realm of blood, guts, and gore. Watch while the human writhes in pain as the blood shoots out from the open wound, draining from the open cut like river water over a broken dam. It's fascinating to watch, really, once you see it happen the first time it makes you wonder about other ways, other ways to stop that unceasing heartbeat, or drain the blood from veins. Poisons, infections, it makes me giggle at the very thought! But I'm getting way off topic. Anyway, back to the blood, it splashes and gushes, rushes and runs as it stains the porcelain skin a crimson hue. The life bringing fluid continues to seep from the system while the body begins to shut down, in a desperate attempt to compensate for the blood loss. The body might try and clot, along with a possible adrenaline rush, don't ask me for particulars now, I have no desire to explain, try it and you'll see what I mean. If the incisions are done correctly, any and all those efforts made by the body will be in vain. Eventually, the cries and pleas for help and mercy cease as eyelids close and all fades to silence.
Before you, and the rest of this corrupt world make your relentless judgments consider this, medical students are taught the same thing. This same knowledge, I have learned through my scientific experimentation is also taught to your medical professional who treats you every time you're sick. Every time you walk into his office for treatment, you entrust your life in his or her hands. And further, these professionals experiment with poison too. Take a prescription he writes for you, you entrust your life in his hands, for he knows the knowledge of poisons as well, how much is enough to be lethal, how much is enough 'treat' as they say. Therefore, you could probably consider all medical professionals 'insane'. But they're not locked in asylums! Oh wait, that's because they're too busy running them. The 'insane' held prisoner by the insane! You tell me what rational sense that makes! Hypocrites! And it doesn't stop just there. Consider the meat you eat, those who work at the slaughter houses and on farms must know something about death and killing, otherwise, we'd have a world of furry, feathery, madness running around on scrawny legs or eating the grass from the face of the planet all over the place! And fishermen too! Fishermen know a thing or two about murder too, deceiving those scaly creatures with an innocent looking lure, only to puncture the roof of their mouths when curiosity literally kills them. They deprive those scaly creatures of oxygen, thus suffocating them. And back to the farmers, farmers who remove eggs, preventing the regeneration of life, the list continues on.
Yes, I've killed before, ended lives as delicate and fragile, well, as lives come these days. But in reality, who hasn't contributed in some way shape or form to these deaths. Farmers are not 'insane' when they kill their chickens for meat, nor are fishermen who bring their smelly bundles to market. Murder is murder, there's nothing wrong with it, look at all the death and destruction that goes on all over the place. No one gives a damn. No one gives a damn if someone 'dangerous' is electrocuted because he is 'dangerous' and to make matters even clearer, no one gives a damn because he is killed by someone of 'sanity'. Yet, the second I do something, it's a horrendous felony, a life is a life, a death is a death, they're the same thing! But, our whole society is based on liars, cheats, and murderers. The rationally sane, yet truly corrupt. If this these law abiding citizens define what it is to be sane, may I be the first to stand up and say I am proud to be insane, proud to fight against those who claim sanity. Be the true beacon of light in this empire of eternal darkness. Most everyone I've come across fails to think this way, whether intimidation or how corrupt they are prevents it, it's just how things are. There's only one human I've ever seen, and not actually met, who simply caught my interest. His sense of logic and ways about him is completely astounding to be perfectly frank. But this one, he angers me oh so much, for he was the rose and I was the dandelion. Well this 'rose' has more thorns than I can count, and is in need of direction and guidance. Directions I can give, if only I could infiltrate his mind, penetrate myself into his very thoughts, words, and actions. I like challenges, really, I do, they're like puzzles, a huge mess when you first get them, but a work of art once they're complete. My challenge, is to fit the pieces of L's mind into my own puzzle, instead of the one he created or they created, which ever, it's quite the same to me. To mold his mind, conform his standards. Yes, quite a challenge indeed!
But what you fail to see, L, is my intelligence. You might think you're smart, well guess what? I'm a genius! A true genius who sees things for what they really are. You're gonna put up a fight for me, good. 'Cause I'll win! Bring it L! We'll see just who's the mastermind. I know it's me.