the creations of pain
bleeding is in…when last we left our heroes, they were troubleshooting world disasters for fun and profit, but now they feel the pain…munching upon pasty feelings of regret and guilt, we wait for our turns respectively upon the rollercoaster of the living thrills, and some of us idle at the static speed of dirt…for millions of tiny years…is there ever a time when we all can just be utterly honest in the brutal reality we create?…tormenting others minds and souls like it were a game of hide-and-seek…the freakshow bothers me, but not because of the geeks who bite the heads off chickens, it is because of the irredeemable passers-by who deserve nothing more subtle than a gun barrel between the jaws…a bullet passing through the freakish display of brain matter…eye do not speak without compassion, though, merely hatred for …
