Thursday morning reflections over cold coffee.

There was a time in my life when a handful of opiates and a bottle of something bitter would have swiftly drowned out the anxiety-inducing howls of a society on the brink of cannibalism. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I’ve achieved a level of sobriety that no longer allows for such escapades. So, in place of this,Continue reading “Thursday morning reflections over cold coffee.”

Hell Microcosm.

Stripped of elemental virtue bare anemic witheringdesolate spiritual wasteland this hue is doombirds only squawk endlessly no melody to thought everything crawlsnow halt and mimic deathskies of grinding metal empires snarling at this pause Do better shrieks the infinite. The limbless salute with vigor rivers never ran away until nowso rise the mud whose domainContinue reading “Hell Microcosm.”