“California Dreamer turned killer”
Narcissist/Borderline/Sociopath
Is she, or isn’t she, that horrific triad of disaster?
Only her [Maricopa] hairdresser knows for sure…
Narcissist/Borderline/Sociopath
Is she, or isn’t she, that horrific triad of disaster?
Only her [Maricopa] hairdresser knows for sure…
“The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds
in the body. After all imaginable care has been taken to heal them, there will [forever]
be a scar left behind.”
“Simmering alone in their indescribable scars … an
interior prison from which there seems no escape … no gentle egress … no negotiable
exit.”
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then, in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery ‘of which’ can bind me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me…flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the heavens still shone blue)
Of a demon in my view.
The yearning for
remembered certitudes…
(pretty much sums up the festering internal chaos
of the borderline)
“I am here; more
than that, I do not know…further than that, I cannot go…”
Franz Kafka
RE: Defense for murder? No…even
the most ‘neediest’ of borderlines retains the capacity to discern ‘right from
wrong’. Their inborn fear
of abandonment falls far short of a genuine defense vis-à-vis explicit bloodshed.
Yet, should one fortuitously afflicted with the ‘dreaded demonic trifecta’
be spared the death penalty based on insanity, alone; i.e., even if the
latter is not openly alleged?
That remains for the jury to decide…
Princess Diana was also presumed to suffer the
incertitudes of the borderline personality disorder, per one biographer. Her
characteristic fragility and labile mood swings are viewed as the decisive
imprimatur.
Such
‘lability’ leads to bruises…
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery ‘of which’ can bind me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me…flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the heavens still shone blue)
Of a demon in my view.
The yearning for remembered certitudes…
(pretty much sums up the festering internal chaos of the borderline)
“I am here; more
than that, I do not know…further than that, I cannot go…”
RE: Defense for murder? No…even
the most ‘neediest’ of borderlines retains the capacity to discern ‘right from
wrong’. Their inborn fear
of abandonment falls far short of a genuine defense vis-à-vis explicit bloodshed.
Yet, should one fortuitously afflicted with the ‘dreaded demonic trifecta’
be spared the death penalty based on insanity, alone; i.e., even if the
latter is not openly alleged?
That remains for the jury to decide…
That remains for the jury to decide…
Princess Diana was also presumed to suffer the
incertitudes of the borderline personality disorder, per one biographer. Her
characteristic fragility and labile mood swings are viewed as the decisive
imprimatur.
Such
‘lability’ leads to bruises…
[hence]
most everyone around them loses
