Hmm, today I'll show you a conversation between a murderer, Mickey, and a media person, Wayne. I found it very interesting, I wrote something like this in my xanga about realization and everything being an illusion. This has something to do with it. I will not mention how they move, you'll have to pretend and see it on your own. And I warn you, it's long. Wanye: Mickey Knox, when did you first start thinking about killing? Mickey: Birth. I was thrown into a flaming pit of scum forgotten by God. Wanye: What do you mean by that? Mickey: I mean, I came from violence, it was in my blood. My dad had it, his dad had it. It's just my fate. My fate... Wanye: No one is born evil, Mickey...it's something you learn. What about your father? How did he die? You were only ten years old and there's a lot of speculation.... Mickey: I didn't kill my father and I don't wanna talk about that shit. Wanye: Go on to something else, okay? Mickey: Please, lets do. Wanye: So tell me, Mickey, how can you look at an ordinary person, an innocent guy with kids, and then shot him to death? I mean, how can you bring yourself to do that? Mickey: Innocent? Who's innocent, Wanye? You innocent? Wanye: I'm innocent, yes, I am. Of murder, definitely. Mickey: It's just murder, man. All of God's creatures do it, some form or another. I mean, you look in the forest...you got species killing other species. Our species is killing all the species, including the forest and we just call it "industry" not murder. But I know a lot of people who deserve....to die. Wanye: Why do they deserve to die? Mickey: I think everybody got something in their past, some sin, some awful secret thing. A lot of people walking around out there already dead. Just need to be put out of their misery. That's where I come in. Fate's messenger. "Except a corn of wheat falleth to the ground and die, it abideth alone. But if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." Wanye: Oh, the theory that "everyone meets a serial killer halfway" thing? Is that what you're saying? Mickey: The wolf don't know why he's a wolf, the deer don't know why he's a deer. God just made it that way. Wanye: You're saying, that the world itself is predatory, that when a mountain lion takes down an elk, it's that elk's time to go? And all the b.s liberal agenda about saving that animal herds....only serves to overpopulate the balance of nature? Maybe you're right, Mickey. I don't think so but maybe you're right. Coporate predators....enviromental predators, nuclear predaors. Life is a hunt. I've seen it. I was there. When the shit hit the fan at Grenada. I saw it all go down at Grenada. So tell me, Mickey, any regrets? I mean, three weeks, fifty people killed. Not too cool, Mickey. Mickey: Fifty-two but I don't spend a lot of time with regret. That's a waste of emotion.(Haha, I said that here once. Okay, no more interrupting, promise.) Wanye: Seriously, you must have some regret. Rack your brain. Mickey: Well, I wish that indian hadn't got killed. Wanye: One of your last victoms. Mickey: Man had a rattlesnake sitting in the corner. Wanye: A rattlesnake? Mickey: He could pick it up and pet it. He saw it. Wanye: He saw what? Mickey: The demon. He saw the demon. Wanye: The demon? What demon? Mickey: Everybody got the demon in here, okay? The demon lives in here. It feeds on your hate. Cuts, kills, rapes... It uses your weakness, your fears. Only the vicious survive. We're told we're no good pieces of shit from the time we could breathe. After a while, you kind of become bad. But you know after the indian we were gonna quit killing. The old man took it out of us. Wanye: What happened? Mickey: It was just a mistake, you know...man was trying to help us, you know, pet us. Some dream I've had since I was a kid I guess, I was just running with the animals in the darkness. Mr. Rabbit, bloody fangs, Christmas hat...little, uh...madness going on and I don't know, we're just running...and I'm just...I'm Mr. Rabbit. I'm eating every other animal in the forest. Death just - death kinda becomes what you are. After a while, you begin to like it. You know about realization? I mean all this is just an illusion. Mr. Rabbit says, "The moment of realization...the moment of realization...is worth...a thousand prayers." Wanye: You're crazy mate. Mickey: I don't think I'm crazier than you are. I'm extremes, dark and light. You know that. I'm light with Mal. Mal...Mal.(Hmm, Mallory. His wife.) That's your shadow on the wall, you know. You can't get rid of your shadow, can you, Wanye? Now, you know the only thing that kills a demon? Love. That's why I know that Mallory is my salvation. She was teaching me how to love. Yeah, it was like...being in the Gardeon of Eden. Wanye: "Only love...can kill a demon." And was it really worth it? Mickey: Was what worth it? Wanye: Was killing all those people worth being separated from your love for the rest of your life? Mickey: You mean, was an instant of my purity worth a lifetime of your lies? Wanye: Please, explain to me where is the purity that you couldn't live without in the fifty-two people who are no longer on this planet because they met you and Mallory?! What's so fucking pure about it? How do you do it? Mickey: You'll never understand. You and me, we're not even the same species. I used to be you then I evolved. From where you're standing you're a man. From where I'm standing you're an ape. You're not even an ape, you're a media person. Media's like the weather only it's man made weather. Murder, it's pure. You're the one that made it impure. You're buying and selling fear. You say, "Why?" I say, "Why bother?" Wanye: Are you done? Great. Now, lets cut the b.s and get real. Why all this purity that you feel about killing? Why for Christ sake, why? Don't lie to me! Mickey: I guess, Wanye, you gotta hold that ol' shotgun in your hand...and it comes clear like it did for me the first time. That's when I realized my one true calling in life. Wanye: And what is that, Mickey? Mickey: Shit man...I'm a natural born killer.