Be One With It

"Stand over the grave and allow your feet to bleed into the soil beneath your feet. Take in the sorrow and leave your sorrows there. You must be with death, seek it, feel it, and discover it over and over again. You must cut your feet many times and bleed into many graves, burying a part of yourself each time.” 

Time To Decide

Glory in the basking light of the lord of all mundane light….or that miserable, pointless little life in your hands.

The time is ripe to chose, oh scarlet beauty… 

Are There Ever Enough Bombs Around?

I don’t think there is ever enough, for all of us. There’s just not enough of it around….Maybe only if another carpet, blanket, full out bombing should take place, as it was during the last two global purges.

Note To Self

When done with chasing a prey, it is always, always preferable to have whip cream at hand for the icing of the cake….

You can never have enough whip cream. Never.

Check List

Black stinking leather jacket on? Check

Rusty bullets-belt on? Check

Six packs of beers on hand? Check

Black T-shirt on? Check

Good conscience out of mind? Check

Leather pants on? Check

Pocket knife on hand? Check

Target on sight? Check

No police on deck? Check

Good music on ears? Check

Let the party begin....

Let the victims fall....

Sweet, Sweet Filth

Sometimes, filth is so good that you just have to have it three times around. For me, ‘filth’ in music is not so much about the grittiness of the recording production it’s also about the whole atmosphere created by the music.

Call it old-fashion, but I just don’t get that kind of vibe much from most of the newer extreme metal bands nowadays.

Anyway, I called it filth when it makes me want to skinny dip into a bathtub full of Jack Daniels’ sweet cocktail, or onto a squeaky bug infested bed with a ‘red-moon’ femme fatale on top.

I might even do way more than that with these great pieces of filth from Gehennah (NO, NOT the American HC ones), Sodom and N.M.E.

Hardrockin Thrash Filth from 1995

1984’s Victims of Filth

Unholy Filth

Yup! It’s time to cut some flesh and vomit a few brain cells out.