My stern proclivity for thinking hath led me to an epiphany regarding my sexual preferences. My concupiscence seems to have me chained down with the thoughts of murdering people to enact my sexual desires. My life, currently, is a bohemian lifestyle of non-conformity, heavy writing, learning, and debauchery.
I've come to understand that to participate in my ideal form of lechery the person must be dead, especially with an emphasis on the intemperance of my desires.
As an idiosyncratic, dour, and overall peculiar person with an idea of the types of people I would like to do these things too, the only thing stopping me is the punishment. How immoral this system is! That a man of such innocence can be considered criminal for minor indulgence, power is too centralised and has become a monolithic and an institution of vacuousness with no hope for adopting any reason. Leave those affected to querulous quarrels and petulant sorrows, they'll be dead soon anyway!
