I Wanna Go Back to Iraq

I wanna kill somebody. I’m afraid some dumbass will get in my way today and I’ll literally kill them. I better keep to myself for the rest of the day.

It would only really be fun if I could use my hands. I want to feel his tearing flesh and hot wet blood as I rip his body apart. I’ll need to start with the extremities, the digits in fact. I want to see his eyes at every step of the way.

What I really want is to go back to Iraq. I don’t give a fuck about politics anymore, I just want the opportunity to kill a fag hater. I want to enjoy, over as long a time as I’m blessed to be able to drag it out, physically pulling the life out of someone whose religion and culture has told him that hurting gay people and women is okay. I want to hear his screams. I want to hear him beg in a language I don’t understand. I want to make him suffer for every fucked-up thing that has ever happened to me. I want to give him my pain.