The spirit of the tank runs deep in the factory of sadness, with neighbors berating other neighbors for not bending over and taking a stinky
Category: Culture
Six Feet Under
As the demon diva’s gather together each day to strut their peacock feathers, proclaiming new shitf**kery for the unwashed to clutch their pearls over, don
Cornholio Musings – ‘The Days of Our Virus’
One step into that festering hell-hole of insanity that we find ourselves living in – you will feel the stench of foulness from the demons
The Tenth Circle of Hell – ‘The Days of Our Virus’
Each day in the factory of sadness, psychopath’s and non-humans strut their feathers that display more f**kery for you, me and all other of the
Virtual Loneliness
The political gods have cruel punishments, dished out by non-humans and psychopath’s who hold onto their jobs and paychecks, along with their homes and lifestyles
Due to…Whatever They Come Up With…You’ll Be Howling at the Moon
With panic-driving profiteers on the loose, using the innocents belief in their bullshit as a banana peel for cheap, slap-stick comedy – the profiteers of
Dispatches from the Asylum 