Day 9 - 14:30 - No more pills.

The therapist told me that I should not rely on pills any longer. The pills kept me sane and the urges went away. The urges are now back and I am feeling strong. I feel like I can take on anything. Joe is looking for his cat. He will not find "Mr. Fluffington." There was no food. I had no choice.


Day 13 - 17:42 - More have arrived.

It appears that more cows are here for the slaughter. Excuse me... I mean "goons". The cows go oink oink and will squeal as I squeal. However, my squeals will be of delight... theirs of "utter" pain. Pain is the only way out... the only way to salvation. Sickness never glazed over my eyes... the medication only kept the beast within. You cannot tame the beast "doctor". Whores will not be sufficient this time... no that will not do. These goons are plump and ready to meet their maker.

Ah how they laugh now... but they do not know I have sabotaged a lamp that has claimed 52 of them already. The fools believe they can fix my creation but it already works as I created it. I am the creator... they are the demons that try to destroy my creations. My creations are infallible... they shall see.

Each grave marks one more victory.


Day 20 - 4:16 - Plans are plans and plans will work as planned.

To keep suspicions at a minimum I still work my route and deliver papers. I figure it is a good way to meet new cows. The property has filled with grave stones so while Joe and Jay sleep, I move the bodies into our pool. This does not seem to deter Joe from swimming in it however. If he were not so annoying I would consider taking him up as an apprentice. Oh well...


Day 24 - 1:12 - Today is the day... It is today.


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