Being set free from hell appears NOT to be on the gods of shitfuckery short or long term list. Too many dopes, cement heads, psychopath’s,
A Deep Breath – Believe in Their Shitf**kery – the Year of Their Scamdemic
Typically Sunday’s are a day of rest for most of the unwashed where they spend hours in front of a television screen watching bad movies,
Sunday Mozart
“Mozart is the highest, the culminating point that beauty has attained in the sphere of music.” – Tchaikovsky “Mozart’s music always sounds unburdened, effortless, and
Mercy! Enough of Deranged, Old White Arseholes and their Toxic ‘Advice’ – The Year of Their Scamdemic
Like the constant of the tides that roll in and roll out, that same certainty can be applied to the fact that the unwashed will
Saturday Jazz
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of
Footsteps of the F**ked – The Year of their Scamdemic
As the masses put their guns away, comforted that the mighty jab of battery acid is making its’ way through to the arms of most
Dispatches from the Asylum 