Yes, I am interested in BDSM, mutalation, torture and violent sexual fantasies, but I am not interested in being submissive myself. I cannot get aroused unless I am in control, my appologies.I am a sadist.My favorite line is, "How does it make you feel?"At night I will protect you in your dreams, I will be your angel.I've been waiting for you for so long,That I could drive on this road forever.I wish that you could exist to live on my planet.So, how does it make you feel?ABOUT JACK ATTACKOn the Poetry: Sickened ExpressionSickened Expression is a book of poems I have put together, and am currently adding to. The title describes a type of poetry which is gruesome, sadistic, ghoulish.. just plain morbid. At times, something beautiful will come out, if you look hard enough. It seems that one of the artistic gifts I was blessed with was the ability to find words that rhyme which convey effectively what I am trying to say. I can switch into poetry mode and think in rhymes, but that becomes annoying at times. I save this sort of thing mostly for when I'm feeling depressed, so the work comes along slowly, but progress is made nonetheless.On the Boy: Earth-spirit and a breath of fresh air.I'm really not sure what I have to say for myself. What you see is not always what you get. I wouldn't exactly call myself "stable", nor entirely "unstable" but somewhere in-between.. in a kind-of pseudo-stableness.. or mocking a substantial existance for lack of better words. I enjoy learning about different people, cultures and ways of living. Reading about different people's insights on reality is always interesting, although I prefer to stick to my own. I think knowing yourself is one of the greatest gifts of all, both the good and the bad. The ability to see beyond your persona is true self-awareness, because I believe that decieving yourself is the greatest sin of all.On sins: When I sin, I sin real good.I'm a natural born sinner, it's true. I'm a human, what can I do? I really have no excuses, no good ones anyways. I say there's no excuse for an excuse. I choose to be a sinner, but I am responsible with it. I've roamed a few left-hand pathes, a few virtuous ones too. I'm full of love, but capable of hatred as well. But that's not to say that I give in to hate. LUST, another weakness of mine. I'm so overcome with lust at times. I'm a classic introvert though, so I usually keep my fantasies to myself unless it's expressed through my poetry.On the Cutter: I indulge in pain until I am NUMB from itI guess this concept is irrational to those who can't identify with it. I would hide it from the world though, I'm not in the business as keeping secrets anymore. You're only as sick as your secrets. I guess the best way to explain such a complex thing is that it helps relieve internal stress. Negative feelings.. go away for a sort time. Dissociation ends, I am snapped very violently back into reality. If nothing else, it reminds me that I am fragile, especially when I feel hard and black inside. It gives me that rush I crave at times. Does that make sense? A socially acceptable excuse for socially unacceptable behavior? Such is insanity.Objectification: Careful, or I'll be writing the Story of O, You're FUCKED.Bondage sushi models. Prophit 60091, you don't want me to become your orbital sun. Just a warning to people I refer to as being, "Fake girls or Fake boys." Don't lie to me, Pinocchio. I poke and prod my way around people, testing and testing. And if you're not real, I tend to think of you as an object. OHow to fix the [B]Toy: A self-titled Alibi.You cannot fix me, I repeat, you cannot fix me. I'm not broken. If anything, I'm a missing person, searching for myself. No amount of love, affection or inspiration is going to change me, that is something best left to me.Disclaimer: A section for the reader.I might say something that offends you. That's my aim, I'm sorry. I get off on offending certain types of people. But anyways, don't take it too personally, I'm a sick person.