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A clean hole in his temple. No struggle and a red rose lying on the corpse. It wasn’t a blatant murder. It was business. Simply professional.

Out of the three essential things in life, we take shelter for granted. We may have food to eat and clothes to wear, but if we don’t have a place we can call home, we are no one.

The sounds of debauchery had never been so melodious. Everyone was drunk on sheer happiness. Laughter and smiles were freely given and graciously received. Such were the tidings at the festival.

For eons past, the goal of obtaining the planet “She” had been a stellar task. It was “She” that his orbit revolved upon, “She” that occupied all of his far flung fantasies, “She” that drove him mad in his quest […]

Hail to the motherfuckin’ chief.

The sheep are all led to the wagon as lambs are led to the slaughter. They know not its purpose, or it’s origin, they simply follow. Thus are the beasts led to the bandwagon.

One cannot possibly function without purpose. To function without purpose is to lose meaning in all that we think, feel and do.

The snakes of Minnesota have developed a peculiar mode of transport when going downhill. One would be surprised to see a fully grown reptile grasp its tail within its jaws and subsequently roll like a wheel when traversing terrain in which its downward momentum can be put to good use. This ladies and gentlemen, is [...]

She took him by the collar, drawing him down to the rush carpet. She kissed him once but only for a while for it was in her nature to tease. She smiled as she undid his buttons. She could feel the excitement building within him. She whispered seductively in his ear, “Baby, hit the lights”.

Neither of them expected it. Not one of them would have thought that both of them shared the same love for torturing small animals. They had found their hinge.