Sadism.

[Be****]

The deep dark recesses of the mind provides me an endless well of sadistic desires and creativity. I I'm not sure who to give the credit to. Ideas do come to me and I don't necessarily believe they're mine. They just come to me. As though they are thoughts that have been implanted or that are just passing through and I catch them along the way. Frequently I genuinely can't take credit for them.
Sometimes I imagine it to be a bit like a Cosmic spider's web. And the sadistic ideas are thoughts, like flies that wander on by and get caught in the web, like little gifts given to me by the universe. Eventually I come out and Cocoon them and save them to be unraveled and savored at a later date.

To be continued…

Beast.

[Ki****]

Suspenseful