Cos our mum's still smoke inside, and they all still got mob ties. But they pray to Jesus Christ, that's the funny part of life. Cos I'm scared of bugs that bite, scared of being alone at night. Yeah, I'm scared to death of heights, but I'm not afraid to die.

One thing that this world has shown me is that those who are kind, good spirits will usually be attacked from birth onward and will have people talking crap about them even after they pass away, cold and alone with no one to hold. Those who are cruel, malicious, callous and vicious, will usually be praised, worshipped and live long happy lives of exploitation, manipulation and domination over others. They will usually pass peacefully with droves of loved ones they abused their whole lives around them, their victims continuing to sing their praises long after they have passed. It really boggles the mind.

Recently my younger cousin passed away and her own mother was attempting to turn me against her at her daughters memorial. It was one of the most bizarre experiences of my life. Two days ago my abusive step grandmother who abused me and all my siblings (to the point where my mother wouldn’t let us go to her house anymore), passed away and everyone is singing her praises. I’m disgusted by this world. Ashley suffered her entire life and died at the age of 34 with no one around her to hold or comfort her. Her own young daughter found her dead… grandma Donna on the other hand passed peacefully in a hospital in her 90s having suffered no major health issues her entire life, surrounded by droves of worshippers who are singing her praises. When i politely asked my step father to stop texting me about it and i explained why, i was told I’m “bitter, malignant and unforgiving”… Ashley didn’t deserve what happened to her yet no one had a kind word to say about her at her own memorial despite her kindness and good spirit. She never harmed or abused anyone a day in her life and yet her mother relentlessly harassed her until her death. Grandma donna? Everyone thinks she’s the best thing since sliced butter after she let our step cousins bully my half brother to the point where my mom had to keep us from that side of the family for our safety. I’m disgusted by their love of evil. I said what I said.

Some melodic death metal to make sure everyone that's still in the office wakes up.
Yes, I'm using my personal JBL Bluetooth speaker also and not at all listening to music using my earbuds. :D :D :D :D :D :D MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR OFFICE MOTHERFUCKERS :D

Good day at work. No deaths to report.

Some melodic death metal for y'all this terrifying Sunday.

I spent what felt like the whole day today in the park in my town, which also includes a small, partially abandoned cemetery.

This place makes me thoughtful because of its structure: on one side, children play innocently on a playground, while young couples stroll nearby, their hands intertwined. Yet, just beyond them lies a retirement home, where the building gazes longingly at the cemetery—a silent reflection of mortality.

In between, smaller, older, crumbling statues stand sentinel, guardians of forgotten stories, their weathered faces etched with the sorrows and joys of those who have come before. Complementing these fading relics, scaffolding is being erected for new architecture, a juxtaposition of the old and the new, of decay and renewal.

As I walk through this park, a question quickly arises: what does it truly mean to live? We are born, we grow, we learn, we love, and inevitably, we pass away. But do we fade into nothingness, or do we leave a trace behind in our borrowed time? Perhaps a whisper lingers in the hearts of those we touch, a thread woven into the very fabric of the universe, connecting moments that seem so fleeting.

Is it not a privilege to love and be loved, to create ripples in the fabric of time with our joy and our sorrow? In this park, where the clang of swing sets mingles with the soft rustle of leaves, I feel both connected and isolated—a thread in the grand tapestry of life and death, pulled taut yet ethereal.

Beneath the laughter and love lies an unspoken truth: we are all temporary. Yet, is it not the beauty of our transience that makes moments so precious, illuminated against the backdrop of eternity? The whispers of those who have come before dance in the air, and I wonder, perhaps they are not so far removed; they linger with us in our laughter, our tears, and in the very act of living.

I realize that while our bodies may return to dust, our spirits, woven into the lives and hearts of others, may transcend even death, echoing in the stories told under starlit nights and cradled within the whispers of time.

[DeathJitsu] votes communist year after year!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l77Ehc2rLLE

Halloween was a bit different when I was a kid back in the 70's. Our store-bought costumes were flammable death traps, the candy was laced with cocaine, LSD, and sharp metal objects. This was also before global warming, and we had to traverse glaciers and fight off mammoths from one neighborhood to the next. It was worth the peril, though. The untainted old-school sweets were the shit!

[DeathJitsu] I'll show you physical, gentile!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWz9VN40nCA

Waltaris Death Metal Opera https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICZ9kbwE9mA&list=PL62E88EE11C5D8979