The hatred was welling
up inside the volcano. Bulldozers were
crashing into glass walls. Witches were
scorched to oblivion while the incessant
howling of the crowd bursted eardrums.
Knives were cast into chests, domestic
animals were sodomized with flagpoles
... and there was much rejoicing. Beverages
were poisoned with cyanide to welcome
the daily businessman from a long day
Black magick spells
were researched and considered as a serious
alternative. Urine was distributed to
the masses in small viles. Bleach-based
broths were made to soothe weary travelers.
Videotapes of people being run down by
trains were rented and never viewed and
returned two days late, thus incurring
a late charge.
through your intestines, I am fascinated
by the aroma that develops through the
mixture of waste and blood. I never asked
for opinions. The inner walls are slimy
and grey, yet I enjoy touching them nonetheless.
I am a frivolous child plundering through
an ocean of blood and shit.
The little puppy
hops toward me with bells-a-jingling.
I kick it square in the chops with my
genuine leather steel toe workboots. Little-puppy-wuppy
is no longer hopping and jingling. Little
puppy's cowering in the corner yelping
in ice cold pain. I can never decide between
cream or milk in my coffee. Coffee with
cream definitely tastes better, but coffee
with milk doesn't fill you up as much.
Little puppy doesn't approach me anymore.
I opt for cream.
Laughter is danger.
Beware of laughter. Laughter is always
had at someone else's expense.
Pain is real.
There always is someone
invisible to the naked eye wearing a black
cloak. His only purpose in life is to
seek and carry out icy revenge.