Archive for March, 2008

when i get there she’s got incense, wine and candles…

Thursday, March 20th, 2008

is there any job easier than having a wet hole? be it head above the shoulders or moist below the waist, nothing quite says ergo sum like a whore. all that is needed is all that is had, with no amount of education, training or skill ultimately enhancing what is reducible to a soggy, cinnabar […]

king for a day, fool for…

Thursday, March 20th, 2008

the modern child’s birthday party is a crowning turd in the american parent’s crown. the highest holiday of the satanist, with great gusto, split tongues, pointy horns and forked tails do the unrepentant masses fall in worship before their progeny in a celebration of the diabolic and the parental brinkmanship of outspending the peers of […]