I am not one of you.

I’m no sensationalist, god damn it, and I do not identify with the tabloid driven news desks drooling for more virgin blood on the stakes like a hungry Vlad Tepes clone. Take that shit to the field and burn it like a witch in the heights of the Middle ages. Burn that news desk, baby, burn it to the ground before the Savage Beast comes along. I do not walk among you. I stand on higher ground, looking down on the plains where you hyenas hunt small pray. I am on the boat when you flock around the trawler for fish guts. I want to tell a story, while you want to make everybody believe the Shock-factor is a part of every story. I am not one of you.