I have an idea.

So I have an idea for a net bar in a college town. I mean what college student does not love shooting shit, and drinking.
Pain is everywhere; no time to stop or Death will catch you. She will catch you anyway but the trick is to convince her to look the other way for as long as possible. Some times though she looks at you, and will caress you, though she will not take you; much like a cock tease bring you to the brink and then leaving you hanging, crippled, broken, confused, and wanting more. Death is a state of insanity only you’re not alive, maybe; maybe you are dead only this is your life rushing past you. Maybe you are trapped under a car right now, with the screams of your girlfriend as she lies on the side of road, and this is your mind trying desperately; grasping at straws to comfort it self in those final moments. Harsh is the idea that your whole is to end up trapped under that car. Amounting to nothing but a crushed peace of meat for cannibal priest to feed on; scaring your family into following the path to heaven. They stand in front of your corpse feasting on it like maggots on the souls of your loved ones who gather around to mourn your passing. Do you see this? Are you trapped, does it end, do you become meat for vulture priest, and earth worm shit while the world moves onward to the next great cluster fuck. Why do you care, who is love, and who loves you? Not me…. Some where I am sure someone will, but all I want is your body, the meat, the flesh, the warmth of your hateful touch. More time is what I want, more time to be human. To die now is to condemn my soul to hell. More time is what I want, to die now would mean he would have out lived me. I need more time to gather my tools, so that when we meet I can torture you, murder you, to love you in the only way I know.
So I have this idea to open a net bar for college students. I need a warehouse, tables, computers, wi-fi, freezer, meat hooks, chains, computers, ranking system. I hate this place, kill it and cut me out of it. Move on, go away. I need this to work; I can keep this on…… I want you to die with me in you, or with in me. I am okay though, maybe, but I can not kill myself, will not kill myself. I am too curious to see the end so I will live because I want to see you Die..

P.S. I always loved you Dad.