25  Jan
until that day.

Darling, remember
When you come to me
I’m the pretender
And not what I’m supposed to be
But who could know if I’m a traitor
Time’s the revelator

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08  Oct

I don’t believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and the din of those in the torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. And I loathe these discussions. The argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more. And if that pain were actually collective instead of simply reiterative then the sheer weight of it would drag the world from the walls of the universe and send it crashing and burning through whatever night might yet be capable of engendering until it not even ash. And justice? Brotherhood? Eternal life? Good god, man.

Show me a religion that prepares one for death. For nothingness. There’s a church I might enter. Yours prepares one only for more life. For dreams and illusions and lies. If you could banish the fear of death from men’s hearts they wouldn’t live a day. Who would want this nightmare if not for fear of the next? The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. All with a single conclusion. For you and for every one and every thing that you have chosen to care for. There’s the true brotherhood. The true fellowship. And everyone is a member for life.

You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well then damn him. Damn him in every shape and form and guise. Do I see myself in him? Yes. I do. And what I see sickens me. Do you understand me? Can you understand me?

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10  Aug


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16  Dec


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12  Sep
You Selfish Fuck

Arriving in Wilmington, you’re greeted by


everything is broken in this country

vote Trump

…….you fucking disgust me

Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: September 12, 2016, 12:38 pm | No Comments »

Where to start?  When did it all go sideways?  This is all I can think over and over again, while I’m winding my way through these weird streets.  No one speaks English and I’m getting nervous because the further I go the meaner everyone looks.  Good god, how did I get to this point?  I mean other than all the booze and drugs…Yikes.  What a mess.  There can’t be many explanations here that work, so let me try them all and see which one sticks best with you, dear reader.  But later, when I have had the proper amount of time to digest all the weird craziness I’ve just endured.



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17  Apr


don’t forget:

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Yikes! The most abhorrent man in recent memory (well since the last Republican President) is poised to win the nomination for his party and the best choice for the nomination of the other party is going to lose to an establishment nominee. This shouldn’t be surprising, really, given the low education levels of the populace and the saturation of the media which consists of puppet pundits drilling buzz-words into the aforementioned semi-retarded populace’s heads. You stupid fucks don’t get it, and you never will. It started with Reagan (hell maybe with Johnson), and it’s just gotten more bastardized since. You’ve lost your industry, you’ve lost your initiative, and you are electing people who don’t care about you.

“Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”

He was right – and what he stood for would have continued to bring the country forward. Now it’s the opposite, and you morons care more about the Kardashians than the policies that will help the country build for the 21st century. You think it’s a good idea to vote for a xenophobic monster. You think it’s a good idea to vote for an establishment candidate. Enjoy the results, you fucking idiots.

I look forward to watching everything you love burn. You evidently won’t learn from history, so have fun being the new Rome. Hubris is great.

Et Tu Brute?

Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: March 17, 2016, 10:50 pm | No Comments »

Hey guys!!!!

I’ve literally been cycling through songs for 5 minutes and I decided on Body Counts “Cop Killer”. I remember getting this tape after it had been banned, at Music World, and feeling pretty cool for having it. Even the girl at the counter was surprised there was a copy left!

I also remember Chris Dorner, who was an honorably discharged Lieutenant in the US Navy, later to become a LAPD officer, a position he was railroaded out of for speaking against brutality that he witnessed on the job. He would later be burned to death by police after he made a stand against the injustice brought against him. The cops also shot up some people that they had no business shooting up, with no repercussions. In closing, keep your head up, watch out for police.

I haven’t forgotten you, Chris.

Read this (from @thesurrealnezua on Twitter)


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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