[It looks like a torn page from a diary. It reads:
Saturday, February 14th, 1XX4
A success. The first batch is finished with; the second have already started killing without any prompting at all. My theories were correct: lust inspires passion, which in turn inspires anger. Emotions are fickle things; they fucked and then they found that to fight over, and soon enough blood was shed. Will the other holidays inspire other, aha, fitting fits? We shall see.
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Saturday, February 14th, 1XX4
A success. The first batch is finished with; the second have already started killing without any prompting at all. My theories were correct: lust inspires passion, which in turn inspires anger. Emotions are fickle things; they fucked and then they found that to fight over, and soon enough blood was shed. Will the other holidays inspire other, aha, fitting fits? We shall see.
. . . yikes!]