Little sweethearts with sweet little hearts.

There are now reports of child porn cyber crime where the perpetrators are as young as ten years old. Most of them are from rich, white households, with digital cameras and web-cam and real-time and access their parents have provided, with no equal responsible restraint. The well-schooled children of the wealthy, with everything, the kids that all look like the models in all the print ads appealing to them, are victimizing those their age and younger, then making public their actions via the Internet.

What? How? Us? Do children--can children--our children--really behave like that? Sure. I fear the answer is sure. Sure they can. Yes they do.

They do worse. They do things you’d have no concept believing they’d do. And they will get worse, in other ways, as time progresses, as more of them are born. Worse.

My apparitions of the future contain little worth living for, so much less than even now, where the inhabitants live in fear of the random, the unexpected, and of the expected. The young and old are terrified just the same, as monsters in human form freely and savagely roam the populace. There are no monsters under the bed. They walk towards you on the sidewalk. There will be much fear, because the waves of children born with no souls, the ones being born now, will be adults, and their children will already be walking and talking, already living shocking, sad, and horrifying lives of experience. Remember: They will only look human.

Connected with this series of thoughts is the image of someone exposing their neck to the jaws of the killer, one who looks so beautiful and so innocent and so fresh, who laughs with glee as his teeth clench muscle, and his tongue tastes blood. The victim is surprised, yet stays still and submissive until the end. The killer is one of many killers.

2001/provincetown, massachusetts