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I, the Marquis de Power, at the age of 16 already the master of a colossal cruelty, have experienced all the difficulties that descend like a cloud of locusts upon those who need not deny themselves anything. Had nature gifted me with a few elementary qualities, they may well have offset the dangers which beset me upon a regular basis. But nature, in all her curiosity, upon destining me for a life in a free, internet run world, also endowed upon me every disorder, every dysfunction of nature required for its abuse.

Born treacherous, barbaric, abusive, harsh, imperious, selfish, sadistic, cruel, a liar, a gourmand, a drunk, a sodomite, a pedophile, a zoophile, a necrophile, fond of incest, given to murder and to rape, to theft and arson, not a single virtue counter-balances the sins you shall bear witness to. Why, what am I saying! Not only do I never dream of a single virtue, I behold them all with a sick sense of horror, for you see, it is not only a matter of doing evil, but above all else, of never doing good.

I am a libertine, and this is my journal. Enjoy.