I dwell on thoughts about the actions of individuals, my neighbors for instance. Across the street from me, my neighbors I am talking about, have a dog. Black, and large enough to kill a cat. Well, it got loose once. Tried to kill our cat, I noticed his fur was raised but did not think. The dog charged, banging on the metal door that we always keep locked. When I saw the dog, Oh I wanted to kill it. TO skin it. Fear, replaced by anger and frustration at how could a person let their dog loose. Course I never got to kill that dog, but I still chased it with a knife in hand across the street and onto the neighbors yard. The extent of my territory, as I see it. I do not know what the neighbors saw, possibly a deranged figure staring at them before going back towards the apartment across the street. I am normally passive, I've always let people treat me like dirt and destroy my work but I've never let them hurt those I consider under my care. When a creature attacks something under my care, the penalty is death if caught within my territory. I try to kill them too. Biting, cutting, stabbing. I know where to aim, how effective it is. Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, under of jaw, ligaments in legs and hand, arms, feet, anus, genitalia, nothing is off limits when it comes to punishment. Its not like I go out and call myself the punisher or some stupid shit, nah I rather stay at home and do work. Work, work, work because that is my life as a whole. I work from day to night, keeping an eye out for any suspicious behavior from those that walk across the lawn. They peer in to see my eyes starring back at them, watching them. The lawn is not under my protection, but I keep note as to what and who does what. In the morning, a blonde lady comes by with her dog and picks up her dogs shit. Sprinklers come on during 4 a.m., lady after and around 8, throughout the day cars come and go as they park near out lawn, sometimes I see who is in and what they do such as drop trash on the lawn. A black man with a blue baseball cap tossing out cigarettes and a Carl's Jr. cup before walking out and away. His car is a blue van truck thing, so pretty. Shame if it got scratched, material object.