Thrashy

It’s that trashy feeling one gets when faced with a joke that is not funny, a smile that is not sincere, a flirting wink empty of lust, and a half empty bottle of liver poison broken by accident….Ad Nauseam.

It’s that feeling that kindles one’s intractable lust for unbridled aggression and magickal bombardment of the infernal kind…

Who gives a fuck who will be lucky enough to get all of that beautiful wrath…