"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space


With wish to proliferate enmity
In me, is
The gist,
Simply assembled
Around what […]

Living Ghost

In unlimited victory
I can not be beaten
Though choked […]

Periodic Table of God

Enola Gay… sans the whimsy. […]

Holocaust Sunrise

At 2 minutes ’till midnight’s tock
On the Doomsday […]

Death Masque, Cubic

Death and death
Vie for my life
Rallying armies
Of opposite […]

Nice, McLovin'

Discerned as divine
Protecting me, anon
Diverting consequence…

Finding […]

Sriracha Sauce for All Costs

“I miss you, ME!!!” […]

Valter Krankheit

Stop staring at me!
Avert your eyes,
Vivid tales and […]

Und Keine Eier

A bloody and wretched
ill-gotten mess
Together we fester
Despite our informed

Vice for […]

Johannsen Shovel

“Your philosophy is as Oscar Mayer franks, to me.” […]