//the title comes the fifth review on the back of the book of Columbine by Dave Cullen//and refers to Mudvayne…a band that also happens to be a group of serial killers//
//The boys practicly fought over who would provide hugs//this refers to the way THEY hug the girls and cuddle them//
//the next part is about Ryan Martinie again//
//earlier still, even before adolescence, he was exhiobiting telltale signs of a particular bredd of serial killer(“Columbine”, Dave Cullen, Third sentnce on page 111)//He couldnt be more adorable, until you tripped his fragile ego(second sentnce page 127 of columbine)//He would be docile for days or months, then the pain would boil over and some minor transgression would humiliate him(7th paragraph second sentence on page 127 of columbine)//sometimes he was playful, speaking in funny voices and flirting with girls(second paragraph, ninth sentnce page 146 of columbine)//his entire personality if a fabrication, with the purpose of fooling suckers like you(4th paragraph, sth snetnce pg 240 of columbine)//Psychopaths are recless.They have supreme confidence in their work.( columbine pg 306, second two sentences)//”Yes, moms, stay home”, Eric said.”Fucking make me dinner bitch”/(pg 326 columbine, fifth paragraph, third sentence)//
//Like before the R’s stand for ryan martinie from the band Mudvayne//
Looking up serial killers and stuff about them and their psychology online. Im convinced Ryan Martinie from the band Mudvayne is a serial killer. Ive been seeing weird coincidences in books that have the color blue(the tinting on the new album cover featuring him on it.) Also the number four which stands for creativity, (the code i use is from the blueletterbible.org). I am certain of the fact hes a lust and thrill killer that goes after young victims (and me) as a hobby.
\\Im also sure that hes part of a serial killing club that include several other famous bands in the same sort of dark genre as Mudvayne that also kill for hobby and sport.
Im here to prove Ryan Martini is a serial killer//Seriously the guys been torturing me for years//Hes in my head//Hes in my bed//He wont get out of my mind//I want to feel him full of lead//
I thought he was a friend//Hes a asshole instead//Finding out he didnt mean the things he said//All the pain in me he’s fed//Man, I realize///The fucker wants me dead//
//Please see this post//
Always mocking me.
Spitting down a well way deep inside.
Jab yet another needle in my bleeding pride.
Its already on the floor.
Lying breathless, sobless, cringing.
But never begging for mercy.
Yelling, screaming.
While shame rips through my body.
Ripping out another inside scream,
of bloody murder, murder.
Tried to stop you all.
So I get raped, Everyday.
But the pain never bleeds through.
To someone like,
Any of you.
No tears, except inside.
Is how this warfare leaves me.
Damaged inside my mind forever.
Because of what you did to me.
Can you explain my mental murder, murder?
Trying to stop you all?
So I get raped, everyday.
But the pain never bleeds through.
