spent the evening peeling strips of skin off my girl & holding her down despite her protests. yessir, this here jack the ripper experiment is going off without a hitch. at shakespeare & co. christopher looked at me with a blank expression when i joked about throwing a whore's intestines over her left shoulder. it reminds me that i hang out with all breeds of predator. we're silky smooth & every last one of us is looking for that perfect catalyst to send us into a nihilistic tail spin. bleak? it ain't so awful on team mordicai, but team planet earth is pretty banal & hollow. i mean, this world is so barren. uncompromising war against heaven is only reasonable. with blade & spear & lock, stock & barrel.