Pathology

There's not such thing as guilt. There's just the fear of getting caught.

That this whole bloody thing, disadvantage to you, so cataclysmic has somehow slipped beneath the notice of the world.

I mean, who needs motif, who needs a reason to kill. Just today, Jake, you opened a 16 year old boy who was shot in the stomach because somebody wanted his fucking Ipod. What kind of reason is that? We're animals. It's in our nature to kill. Basic, simple. You should've all figured that out by now. And of course, if we were civilized or socialized, we'll be seating around talking about it over a beer, we don't actually do it. But could we really get away with it? To kill anyone? Anyone at all? Would you kill anyone? Anyone at all?

When I think about them, you know, out there... in their rooms, on the streets, utilising public transportation... downloading pornography,
ordering their lives out of catalogs... shitting out processed foods, cashing welfare checks... opining, bitching, moaning, consuming, copulating... and multiplying. It makes me sick.