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Yee-haw! What a breathtaking year!

Winding Down

As the year is winding down its last few pathetic moments, I feel like recalling the more interesting soundtracks of some bloody joyful days. The anthems of sweaty, breathtaking evening hunts, down the concrete jungle’s labyrinth. 

And fuck the year’s ‘best of’ list…who gives a shit anyway?

One bloody January

Some fine tasty young blood

And a hell lot of running 

And a hell lot of dripping

Oh shit, let me have some more beautiful days like these…

Till Death Do Our Hatred Apart

Some days in this banality called life are actually exciting. One of it is when you’re shaking with that delicious adrenalin rush, courtesy of hatred boiling over. 

That said, I can understand why a seasoned ex-convict would decide to celebrate New Year ‘prematurely, by shooting down some fire fighters…

Nothing beats the rush of carnage, that’s for sure.

Bloodletting rush 

On This Merry Occasion

Let there be proper, high spirited music, joyous and orgiastic, to carry everyone through this most bombastic, foul and false of annual ceremonies that man has crafted…

Merry, Merry, Crosshair fingers getting ‘twitchy’….

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Holidays? Make sure to pack the essential stuffs

Propechy

So, let me get this straight, a twenty years old autistic nerd shot dead about 26 elementary school kids, on 14 December. The killing ground was a pathetic place called Sandy Hook elementary school.

Twelve years before, a stupid B or C rated movie was made, with the intriguing title of “Sandy Hook Lingerie Party Massacre”....

Annnddd…the movie was reviewed, on a stupid, pathetic blog, on the same date (July 20) that another great public shooting took place, at the Century movie theater in Aurora, Colorado….

Dang. Is this what prophecy is all about? Can I do this from album titles..? Might just as well start with the most deliciously promising ones…. 

Prophecy #1 - We will conquer the ages…

Time Travel

I’ve always dream of doing time travelling. 

Somewhere in central Europe. Early 1970s. Midwinter. Grey cobble-stone roads. Tacky elevators. Tacky fur coat.

Watching three Britons ‘progsters’ doing a live session, where a Hammond organ gets abused like a mull in a medieval market.    

Sava’s Return

Somewhere in the godforsaken outback of Serbia, lies a godforsaken hamlet named Zarozje, where a decrepit wooden mill is said to house the godforsaken spirit of a local vampire, called Sava fucking godforsaken Savanovic. 

The wooden mill has recently been reported to have crumbled. Thus, locals begin to fear the return of Sava’s spirit, angered over the destruction of his abode. For fuck’s sake, even the fucking local council started warning villagers to put garlic in their pockets and place wooden crosses in their rooms to ward off vampires. 

Alas, international press news coverage revealed that the recent buzz over Sava’s return appeared to be merely designed to attract visitors to the impoverished region than anything else. Now why the fuck am I not surprised? 

I sure hope good ole Sava really returns and rip the necks of every single one of those stupid villagers.

Fucking ‘attract visitors’ my ass

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Mr Clowney is always friendly with little kiddies without their mommy…

Where Did Those Days Go?

I can still remember the days when getting underground records means getting it through the perilous postal system. Getting it pass nosy customs and post office jerk offs. Getting it wrapped in a letter written or fashioned with dried, brownish blood stains, or blackened soil from a local burial site. 

What lovely days those were…when real blood, rather than facades, still forges the dementia called underground extreme metal scene. Where the fuck has it gone to now? 

Fucking bloody awesome days