Journal Entry 48
… and I will never change. I see the world through tint. The different colors of my shades present the many facets of my personality. What mood am I in today?
The doorman calls me “Mr. Banks” as I leave the building. He is a Category D and would never make the collection. Still… what would it be like to play along his ribcage with my knife? One can wonder… I roll the idea around my tongue.
I stroll amongst them, a shining example no one notices. But they will notice me one day. All shapes, sizes, ages, nationalities, I see them all and shudder trimmers of desire.
Not just any can make the cut. An audition worthy of Broadway is held each day as I allow my sensations to take over and visualize the moment with each. Not a Category B today, no I will indulge myself and will not settle for second class meat.
The decision has been made and my hands start to sweat with the sheer joy of anticipation. There is no stopping me from having what I want… what I need. It will be quiet in the night once more… soon once again.