murder [Theme] Page 4

A person can be killed. Love is not.

“Not quite according to plan…” The prince plunged his blade into Dragwood as he leaned towards the sword. “I vowed to cut down anyone who offends my heart.

... Well. As you can see, such words have terrible power. I took her [mother's] words to heart. I thought about them and thought to myself: why can't I be like Erebus? I thought the same thing when I strangled him with a noose. Perhaps I said the same words aloud as I lashed the string and watched his eyes bulge. Then I killed a man for the first time - and, oh gods, it was wonderful! My heart was pounding and my face was radiant. The further his life force drained away, the more I felt my own flourish. By the time I let his body fall down the alley, my insides were literally singing.

One day I returned to the place where three corpses lay. It was necessary to put the police on a false trail, so I decided to take their heads and move them to the neighboring forest. Three heads - they have already rotted - threw into the bag (he was wearing gloves, a medical mask). And with these three heads, I walked around the city for a long time, went to the store to buy cigarettes and a couple of cans of a cocktail, and rode on the bus with them. Nobody suspected anything. You never know what for three rounds - maybe three cabbages.

I go out once in the morning, and my shoes are all covered in blood. She was already baked. Everyone is looking at me, but they are silent. I went to the pump, laundered and went about my business.

Look: when you like a girl, you want to see her as often as possible, smell her, kiss her, right? Well, plus to all this, I want to eat it. Of course people don't understand me. But the thing is, I don't want to kill her at the same time - a dead girl becomes just a corpse, a thing. If it were possible, I would eat this girl alive. Yes, to be honest, I don’t understand at all why it’s only me who has such a desire.

If I can touch you, then I can kill you.

Better to be a traitor than a murderer.

F. M. Dostoevsky lit the light of the world, ennobled beauty and legitimized murder!

Garbage must be burned so that it does not stink!

I wanted to kill the vices in myself, but murder is a grave and irreparable sin!

I pierced the aorta with a knife. If you pull it out, you will bleed out and die. Consider it professional ethics.

[John loads his gun] - Let's go.

But they mastered the sword, spear and lance.