With the exception of three or four moments, this is a year I would rather forget. Every day is a constant razor slicing the center of the abdomen. The future looks like a black tunnel with chainsaws and acid rain. All there is, is vampires and energy funnels that seek to claim and rob every moment of happiness at the exact moment that it is achieved. They somehow are able to smell the birth of happiness and converge instantaneously in order to vamp the flower as it sprouts. The world is a vortex of swirling vomit that sucks inward like a black hole. The planet is unforgivably destitute of light and the darkness of the future lingers like the stench of limburger eternal. I send razors dipped in salt and vinegar into the void of flesh and with it messages of rage and hatred. Only a colossal disaster would appease the sickness.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 09:51:33 +0000
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