The Savior

How many lives
have you saved?

I have saved
none.

I have no purpose.

But,
it is my idol,
my grandpa,
who gives me hope.

I hope to one day
follow in his
almighty footsteps.

He always has
and never ceases
to amaze me.

He doesn't brag either.

He doesn't need attention.

He is a real man.

He has saved.

I only know of one.

A boy,
a slow,
perhaps autistic child,
fell
into the disgusting lake
of our hometown.

He was drowning.

Everyone
stood by
and watched
as if he
were a duck.

Not my grandpa.

He didn't hesitate
to jump into the filth
and rescue him.

He saved that poor boy,
when no one else
would.

Those cowards
should all be
so ashamed of themselves.

They didn't even bother
to help them out
of the water.

They turned their heads,
never to look back
on what
they could have done.

The boy, however,
was never more grateful.

My grandpa
just walked away
as if it was
nothing.

Just another day at the park.

Today,
they still write.

The boy,
though handicapped,
is going to be
an engineer.

A fucking engineer!

He took full advantage
of being able
to breathe again.

Those others
that stood by
are now either dead
or eating their own feces.

Now tell me,
who has the disorder?

The boy,
now fully grown,
deserves the best.

He might one day
save your life
with a machine he designed
through electrical engineering.

If you are ever
walking in the park
and you happen to see him,
Thank my idol,
my grandpa,
the savior.

He might not even hear you.

Real Love

Real women
have yeast infections.

Their pussies
look horrible,
smell horrendous,
and itch uncontrollably.

They also
pass it on.

My dick
has felt a real woman.

I am feeling one now.

Every time
I apply lotion
to my cock,
I think
of her.

My mind
is wrapped around
her.

Every time,
I look down
and see what she gave me,
I can't help,
but love her more.

I love real women.

I love their flaws.

As much as they hate mine.

There's nothing
that's going to stop
my love.

There's nothing
that's going to stop
my cock.

Infections be damned.

This is our love.

Only a real woman
can make it happen.

Only a real man
can accept it.

Central Coast Spotlight: Depths of Chaos

Buried deep within a darkened tomb, hidden away from the psychotic violence and diseased surrounding Grover Beach, Ca., lies Depths of Chaos. Guitarist/vocalist Darien Lohof, drummer Tom Hoopes, bassist Joey McDaniel, and guitarist Ty Richardson make up this merciless alliance. Together they have vowed to play death metal until an eternal darkness has covered the earth and slaughtered all of life.
Their utter commitment to annihilation began in 03'. Depths have since went on to play countless shows and record a handful of demos, which in the process, they have perfected their punishment. They invoke classic death metal acts such as Morbid Angel and Suffocation and blend it with bits of melodic and groove elements. Any respectable metalhead, who has heard them and says they are not a fan, deserves to be lobotomized and castrated simultaneously. As for the rest of us, we must do our duty to support them and go to as many of their shows as possible.
I was fortunate enough to be one of their victims this past weekend. They played at Camozzi's in Atascadero, which is an awful venue to say the least. No matter, they still made my ears bleed and orgasm throughout their whole set. From start to finish, through brutal riffs, unearthly growls, an unrelenting pummeling of the skins, and groovy, complex bass lines, they unleashed hell upon the audience. Most let the music possess them. They banged their heads until their hair fell out and their brains spilled out onto the amps. Some of the other less open-minded concertgoers did not feel so blessed. They immediately went to the nearest church they could find and drowned themselves in holy water. It's too bad they missed out. Nothing is better than leaving a show covered in sweat, sin, and filth. The high stays with you forever.
Yeah, I know death metal is an acquired taste, but it's one of the only genres of music that has truly dedicated fans, ones who devoutly worship the bands. Depths of Chaos, I feel, is one of these bands. Trust me, they deserve your admiration. They will be crowned the kings of annihilation when all life ends. Give up your souls now. Let them defile the sacred. For the punishment is sweet. The darkness eternal.

No Worries

There is no future.

Nobody has to worry.

No job, no money, no dreams,
no life....

No problem.

The end
is upon us.

I can see it shinning
down on us
like the sun
exploding.

I can hear it
in everyone's throat.

I can feel it turning
beneath my feet.

Waiting patiently
to be unleashed.

I am not concerned.

I should be.

We all should be,
but we continue living
as if we are never
going to die,
as if we are actually
experiencing suffering.

We know nothing.

No matter.

It is coming.

The Great Death.

All are in it's path,
the poor,
the innocent,
the decent,
and the rich,
the evil,
the careless.

No worries.

Soon, all will be as it should be.

Soon, all will be able to enjoy hell.

God Hands

Pray,
not for a
sick family member
or for the suffering
and the helpless.

Pray for yourselves.

Sure,
you're comfortable,
never had
much
of a bad day
all your life.

Sure,
you've never been
poor
or even been
starving.

Unless,
you were trying
to look good
in your new, expensive
bathing suit.

Pray, pray, pray.

You know
you need all the prayers
in the world.

The prayer
at the top
of your never ending list,
should be
for the hands of God
to remove President Obama
from office.

He's a terrible human being.

He's trying to get
universal healthcare.

People need their own insurance.

Sure,
they are some, who
have none
at their minimum wage job,
but there's always
the
free
clinic.

And if they do contract
some rare disease,
let them
die off.

The world is a better place
without them.

Those scum are just bleeding
the country dry.

They are horrible human beings.

We need to pray for
another old white man
to become president.

Again.

He cares for our money.

He will defend
our America.

He knows
exactly
what to do
with the poor.

Send them to war.

God will let them die
with a smile
on their face,
knowing they served
US.

The only America that matters.

So,
gather all your money,
attend church,
spread propaganda,
lie,
cheat,
steal,
kill,
pray
this black bastard
gets thrown out of office
and tarred
and feathered
right on the front lawn
of the White House.

And may
all this
be done
by the hands
of God.