A Sick Thought IX

I want to decorate the trees
With bloody, red atrocities
A headless corpse still pumping blood
Mixed the dirt is now red mud

A hate that burns so hot it’s cold
I feel my soul has just been sold
Air turns pink with misty rain
We find ourselves at life’s refrain

So flay the skin and cut the meat
Wendago’s touch, a slice so sweet
Inside the mind, inside the hole
My true face I will now show

(I have to be on a watchlist by now.)

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     I have decided to buy a Gopro camera within the next couple of months instead of music making software. I’m far too poor to buy both.* Hopefully it will motivate me to be more active instead of sitting behind my computer screen guzzling beer and eating chips. I mean, I’ll still do that of course, but maybe not as much. Ya see, I’m kind of outdoorsy believe it or not, and occasionally I have adventures that I would like to relive FPS style. Who knows, perhaps I can share it with you, my esteemed fans, all 3 ½ of you. Can you upload webms to Newgrounds yet? If not, I hope they make it so.

*Upon his election, Donald Trump will turn me, as well as every other disgusting poor person, into quality soap.

Our reptillian overlords!