Monday, March 5, 2012

Drowning

Fingers slipping, breath thinning, water rushing painfully through the nostrils. What a damn wretched situation drowning is.


I don’t suppose cement block on the feet makes it any better, does it? I don’t think a few stab wounds makes it any less awful either.

Perhaps a good dose of nautical-themed, heavy-as-fuck Doom orchestration would ease the suffering? Say, something like the fine, relaxing tunes of Ahab, perhaps?

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