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  • 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
    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
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  • Good day at work. No deaths to report.
    Good day at work. No deaths to report.
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  • Some melodic death metal for y'all this terrifying Sunday.
    Some melodic death metal for y'all this terrifying Sunday. 🥰
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  • 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.
    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.
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  • [DeathJitsu] votes communist year after year!

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

    [DeathJitsu] votes communist year after year! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l77Ehc2rLLE
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  • 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!



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

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWz9VN40nCA
    [DeathJitsu] I'll show you physical, gentile! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWz9VN40nCA
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  • Waltaris Death Metal Opera https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICZ9kbwE9mA&list=PL62E88EE11C5D8979
    Waltaris Death Metal Opera https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICZ9kbwE9mA&list=PL62E88EE11C5D8979
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  • Marilyn Manson concert in about 20 hours. Oh five finger death punch will be there too but who cares?? Manson hopefully plays a song or two from his new album that will be coming out towards the end of 2024. Supposedly he is sober now and possibly even christian. Might be the most shocking thing this shock rocker ever did.
    Marilyn Manson concert in about 20 hours. Oh five finger death punch will be there too but who cares?? Manson hopefully plays a song or two from his new album that will be coming out towards the end of 2024. Supposedly he is sober now and possibly even christian. Might be the most shocking thing this shock rocker ever did.
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  • Why havent i received any Death Threats
    Why havent i received any Death Threats
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