Once Upon A Prophetic Plane

Everything that squirms, ejaculates, gestates, defecate, will procreate and die, and maybe, every now and then, survive the perpetual cataclysms by which nature conquers culture.

That is the prophetic nature of this apocalyptic existence

Idols

Watching the sky turning dark among the towering pillars of sky crappers, and all the dreary faces walking underneath their shadows, one can really sympathize with those who want to bring down the idols, the demigods, the tycoons and barons, from their ivory towers. 

All we need is a mighty hammer to crush those towering idols, and send them crashing and shattering to the ground….

Filth-arsis

There’s always those moments, when all you can really unwind to is through the reverberating chaos of filthy underground death metal shit. Not because it’s cool to be so, just because your brain could not comprehend anymore the reason why your bloodlust is racing up the roof, like a methane cocktail.  

Cliché preference, eh? Maybe it is. But it’s sure as fuck is real for this asshole’s pathetic life, so fuck you and your cliché BS.

Gimme that filth now!!!!