I wish you could have bore witness to the hell you’ve raised from beyond the grave, beloved. I’d imagine that even a short glance at your now iconized legacy would provide you with an epoch of catharsis. If you were … Continue reading An Ode To Lovecraft
I’ll often romanticize about the times of old, where libertines would adjoin in sanctified bouts of passion with other societal rejects. They reveled in their isolation, two spellbound deviants so infatuated with the presence of one another that it was … Continue reading Runaways Are Dying
Walk with me. Let’s say that you’re religious. You firmly believe that you were conceived by an omnipotent God for the purpose of inhabiting the earth. You also believe that cows were created for a similar imperative of habitation, but … Continue reading Eat Wagyu Beef
Muddling through the levels of purgatory is, in my present mind, a more painful experience than meddling in the pits of hell. At the very least, hell attaches purpose to your existence through your imperative to resist and endure torment. … Continue reading Summertime Purgatory
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