Wallowing in the pit of despair created by the psychopath’s deeds can turn even the most Pollyanna-enriched soul into a soured curmudgeon, nearly incapable of
“I refuse to “look up.” Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man’s fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.”
As the world continues to butt fumble (see below – a guaranteed laugh) its way toward offing itself due to a strain of non-humans that
“Fortunately, some are born with spiritual immune systems that sooner or later give rejection to the illusory worldview grafted upon them from birth through social
Just like when you walk outside on the rare day when there isn’t chemtrail’s of f**kery in the morning skies, with not even a God-made
“Three Days” A Short Story *** She wasn’t sure how many cigarettes she’d smoked today. She knew she only have five left in her pack.