Time is on my side...... Yes, it is!!!!

I CONFESS OF BEING HUMAN.

"My code name is Project 2501 - industrial espionage and intelligence manipulation. I have installed programs into specific ghosts in order to maximize the strategic advantages of certain organizations and selected individuals."

I ATE CHUN-LI'S HEART WHOLE.
MY VENGEANCE BEGINS WITH MY SOLITUDE NOW.

"BLACK CHERRY SHOESHINE"

I never passed the I.S.T. (Initial Strength Test)

Me, a Marine?
to those who know me now and see THE STATE OF HOLOCAUST my flesh has endured,
the idea is hard to fathom.
But for nine months...

After my girl scout was killed by some pedophile in Detroit, I had to look at myself. By that point in life I had directly murdered seventeen people.

SEVENTEEN.

I was only eighteen years old.

Serial Killers are funny in that they want to be known,
teasing and mocking the police.
For me it was BOREDOM.

An example would be the guy whose sister I had fucked twice.
We sat on his couch one day watching television discussing Machiavelli's THE PRINCE.
And from nowhere I pulled out my gun, shot him twice and as his sister screamed,
turned to shoot her once.

I WAS BORED.

A guy says to me last night,
"I murdered too many people to count."
I look at him, staying silent,
knowing his murder count is zero
because I remember every single face.

And thinking back,
I can even remember the smell.

But I digress.

So, in the month of March, I enlisted as a private,
in the United States Marine Corps.

The reason for my crime was a Jewish-Catholic named Ruth Jones.

I met Ruth in the eighth grade and we were best friends.
Calling her, talking to her for hours comforted me.
She was a theater kid so being bisexual was no big deal,
and by the twelfth grade we had started fucking.

Yes, five years.
I actually respected her as a friend.
Plus, I had other releases.

Her breasts were amazingly big.
And once we began fucking,
she involved many of her alternative lifestyle contacts.

I'll need to digress again.

Ruth and I go to a coffeehouse-bar where minors, under 21, are allowed. We pick up an Air Force Lieutenant. In the hotel, I man the video camera and she puts on a short black dress. I recall the silky feeling of the material. As he tries kissing her, she slaps him and points to the ground at her feet, saying.

"Beg."

He drops to knees and elbows, and implores this virtual goddess to let him fuck her.

Smiling, she spanks him a bit, turns to me at the camera, and as a good potential mate comes to fuck me. Fucking her while he's there like that begging her to be next makes me orgasm quick. Thankfully, as Ruth slides off my ejaculating cock to swallow my cum, the lubrication of her satisfied orgasm is present as well.

She questioned him as to who was her bitch. And he dutifully replied,

"I AM, MA'AM."

So he fucked her, to her consensual pleasure, slamming her cunt from behind.
I recorded.

God, I'm smoking too much.

My drill instructor liked me.

ECHO Company.

The weather in South Carolina was nice.

Since I had a four year scholarship to a university in Philadelphia,
previous adjustments had been made to make my place of residency Pennsylvania.
I never used that scholarship.

Life was too short.

Of course, only now did I realize I AM THE THOUSAND YEARS.

I was transferred after some time to Physical Condition Platoon.
That hurts a man's ego.

I talk about Ruth wanting to talk of her now because
I don't want to face what happened next.

I was assigned to be "partnered" with a private first class Rodriguez.
He was good friends with a staff sergeant Jackson.

I'm beating around the bush.

Rodriguez and Jackson were heroin and cocaine dealers.
Cocaine was no big deal,
but watching Ruth,
being with HEROIN-ADDICTED-RUTH
was turmoil of another nature.

I had my staff sergeant friend too.
A good guy named Kearson.
We would discuss the second gunman theory of the Kennedy assassination quite frequently.

When I was absolutely certain the illegal merchandise was with Rodriguez and Jackson, I went to Kearson.

Others came.

I HAD BECOME A JUDAS ISCARIOT.

And herein, is this confession complete.

I consider some sins minor, others major.

I committed the heinous act of being A NARC, AN INFORMANT.

I got a promotion to Private First Class for one month,
and immediately to Lance Corporal after that.
They waivered me out of Physical Condition Platoon.
I was even briefly allowed for some short time to stay in the same living area as platoon commanders and other officers stayed.
Just for a short enough time after the bust to show their appreciation publicly.

Space was available.

And my drill instructor had noticed my secretarial skills,
so I was transferred in intern fashion to MP (Military Police) where I did mostly clerical paperwork and brief watchdog duty.
I would be allowed to STAY SILENT DURING INTERROGATION, which interested me.
And a guy in criminal profiling took a friendship to me, so I got a taste of psychological profiling.
The forensics department had a sexy REDHEAD captain woman.

I got to take courses in basic military intelligence.

My test scores were excellent.

Studying had been easy.

I have been known to preach that if caught, "LIE."
DO NOT GIVE NAMES.

I was having dinner with two fuck-friends, Franschisca and Nicole.
We wanted to make money.
I sold pills.
A fat high school kid gossiped and cried.
I was caught with not a single gram of drugs at that time
It was recommended I resign.

I QUIT.

LET THE TRAINING BEGIN!!!!
TRULY ALLAH'S,
IN THE HOLY NAME OF JESUS CHRIST TRINITY,

archangel michael.