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The
Journal Of







Well
well well, you have discovered my lair how clever of you, well I am indeed glad
for now I may resume my work. You look surprised did you think me dead? well dear
child you see true evil never dies and there has been no true evil upon this pathetic
world since the year of 1888, you know what has amused me the most over the last
century and a bit is the stupidity and the seeminglessly endless theories to my
work and the accusations of who I was supposed to be made me laugh since my first
public display of my art was discovered no answers have been found from that faithful
day till this, even my letters to the police gave no indication of my identity.
Oh how I miss those times the horse drawn carriages the taverns the fog ah I can
almost taste it the thick heavy aroma of freshly spilt blood, I loved then all
in my own way Annie Chapman,Elizabeth Stride,Mary Jane Catherine Eddows .....
oh how they were so accommodating a great source of inspiration for me, out of
all the news clippings I cut out like their insides I have kept for all this time
and they still give me constant amusement to this day. Of all the wonders I have
witnessed over the last years none more fascinating than the amount of ideas upon
my so called crimes, I have had my art put down to just about everyone from the
queens relation to an American doctor this amuses me and a few tears ago the discovery
of a man in Liverpool over my so called diary well what can I say about that I
smile to my self at the deceptions over the years each and every one of my own
device you see I need to keep my legend alive and the best way as back in the
old days is to throw in a small jolt, a small fish if you will to the eager public,
keeps the blood warm you see. And indeed it works well,l I see they are making
a film of me, now once again my legacy will be captured in the annals of time.
Here
in my sanctum I have sat and watched since day one of my art, I was at the inquests
into the victims, I was even at a couple autopsies, unbeknown to the fools that
is, they can not see past their own nose and as my art was somewhat displeasing
to their philistine eyes they were too busy holding back the vomit to notice me.
I find it funny how so many were mistakenly named in my sidemen the royal connection
I think amused me the most, all because of a stage coach that was seen near the
spot of one of the pieces. Also although I have not seen this so called "film"
into my work I did see what you call a trailer for it, I laughed so much I almost
choked the fools with their dramatic license one flaw I spotted straight away
was the coin and hair slide victim as I call her, the fools has the coins placed
on her eyes, I laughed to myself as I know exactly where I left them and trust
me it was not on the harlots eyes. Still like my work I will over look such obvious
mistakes for I am sure that even to this day they play their cat and mouse games
the whoremaster will never rest I am sure of that.
It
is just as well I have noted every detail as now you may if you are clever enough
discover more than you knew on me and my Art, you will observe that the pictures
of the women who I immortalized in time have links these will take you to the
Inquests and there you may read all the supposed "horrors" of my deeds
and the events surrounding them, also I will be kind to you and show you my true
letters and all the files that surround my mystery, you may be clever enough to
work it out for yourselves but ....... I doubt it.
So
the choice is yours young one will you believe all you are told of fools or will
you separate from the herd and let the whoremaster in to your life, indeed the
whoremaster drives us all I know it drove me.
Well
my time with you draws to an end as I must once again walk the streets my only
dilema is where to continue my work, London was fun but ........ I need a challenge,
Old Scotland Yard were never the sharpest knives in the draw so to speak, where
do you reside young one? who knows maybee we will meet sooner than you think,
and then I will show you why I am known as "Jack The Ripper", we will
find a nice secluded area and I will make you imortal so you may join the ranks
in the annals of time, gloryfied for the world to see, I only have one reservation
in all this, I have watched medical science closely and seen great advancement
in crime solving, finger prints, dna all strange wonders indeed, but all with
a flaw I can exploit I am sure as I have always said "Curiosity killed the
cat, but satisfaction brought it back".
I
have travelled the world a thousand times over now and seen nearly every so called
culture I am sure I will find somewhere that will apreciate my Art once more,
but I can not help missing Londons fog ....... I smile to myself at the pictures
I still hold in my head of those times if I close my eyes I can still see it as
if it was yesterday, the nice semi lit streets, plenty of dark alleyways and back
yards, the oil lamps burning, blood flowing like a river over the cobbled stones
........... sorry I got stole away in a moment of clarity and vision. You would
not understand those times it held great facsination here let me show you something
before I depart.


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