The truth about Dacbane (Fecal)

[Slathar]

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

However, due to his repeated domestic assault arrests, multiple rehab stints that involved being strapped down to a bed and electrocuted with giant, rubbery dildo-guns, and his final depraved act - assaulting a Sbarro's employee with a rope of his own ejaculate.

I am typing this from the confines of a state mental ward. There are monstrosities here that are unheard of.

In summary, there are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.