The gods of shitf**kery are taking time out from their everyday duties of annihilating beauty, love and truth via their vessels of non-humans who have
Author: Decker
Usually bemused by the current nuttiness of the modern world and attempting to maintain my wits by writing about it all
No f**ks given – the months of their scamdemic
The training wheels are secure on our bicycles as we dive deeper into our relentless tank. There are no feel-good moments allowed anymore. Total cancer,
Are you Hesitant? – The months of their scamdemic
Endless suffering and failure in the house of pain is a given each day. Non-stop weeping, dry heaves, cloudy thinking, pink eye, Big Pharma chemical
What Will it take? – the months of their scamdemic
After taking a few hours off to reorganize on the shores of Gehenna, human slime re-emerges from the depths, and life in the house of
Sunday Baroque
“The trouble with the world was that nobody stopped or took any care.” ― Flannery O’Connor, A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories ***
An Hour of sanity and bliss
1 hour of the Masters theme song “Augusta”
Dispatches from the Asylum 