Smellin’ It Everyday

If you know death, as some of us do, then you’ll see it, hear it, and smell it, every single fucking day. It’s an endless presence of morbid desire that sticks to you like some nightmarish memories.

Like an old wound that never heals, it haunts and taunts you to the brink of sanity. And nothing is more wonderful in this world than that foresight of death, lurking behind every shadow and laughter.

Communion

With good ole Halloween coming in, I do believe it's high time for all misanthropic souls to hold a feast. Say, a communion of sort, with the dreary and disgusting plight called life as its centerpiece celebratory focus.

A blissful communion of hatred, where blood, entrails and sermons of self immolation or mutual homicide shall be keenly shared, from dusk to dusk...