The uncontrollable aspect of the urge happens every few months, I think the longest I’ve gone is five. That was a few years ago. lately with covid and the election it’s harder. I don’t “plan” on strking again, that’s a naive and stupid way to think of this.
I don’t plan, I do.
I don’t really want to stop but I don’t plan on it it only just happens i don’t think of myself as a serial killer like Bundy or some sick fuck i mean I end the misery of people who are lonely and sad anyway

Sometimes the urge causes me to plan in a sense. like when some chick wants to meet right away off some dating app and it’s convienent for me to run over to starbucks or wherever, if she likes some “non-corporate” coffee place i just want to end her misery sooner.

I guess my next ‘plan” if you want to call it that, well, it’s a date on Thursday, we’ve been talking for like a week or five days or so, she’s so fucking boring, I’ll fuck her first, however, then do her for the mysterious journey. I dn’t feel any guilt about htis one because she’s sort of fat and lame.

I shouldn’t be explaining this but I was here doing some law research and saw the question . i know i’t’s a joke, but I’m on a public terminal with some tme to kill. no pun intended.

Probably most of us compelled to live like this don’t make plans it is sort of how we are and it’s not as if we could stop being ourselves, so I maybe shouldn’t post this. if i was to plan, I’m thinking about it now, I would probably get nervous or fuck something up

when it just happnens its pretty random.