Cockaroach

“ I am a fucking dog. I have fantasies of just taking someone and fucking them hard and strong. Someone like (censored) were I pick her up, take her to my room, tear off her shirt and pants and just eat her out and fuck her hard. I love flesh… the smooth legs, the large breast, the innocent flawless body. the eyes, the hair. Jet black, blonde, white, brown. Ahhhh I just want to fuck”!!!

One of Dylan’s very last journal entries, written on April 19, 1999.

“Walk in, set bombs at 11:09, for 11:17

Leave, set car bombs.

Drive to Clemete Park. Gear up.

Get back by 11:15

Park cars. set car bombs for 11:18

get out, go to outside hill, wait.

When first bombs go off, attack.

Close your eyes and think back to the last time you binged. Imagine how disgusting you felt afterwards. Imagine all of the past insults that replayed themselves in your head when you realized what you’d done. Imagine the guilt, the shame. Imagine how much hatred you felt towards yourself. Why would you want to lose control and put yourself through that again?