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Wolves Ate Even Mighty Hunters, For There Was No Honor Or Code Among Predators, And Everyone's Guts Steam The Same Way When Torn Open On A Cold Night.

I Was Having A Mildly Paranoid Day, Mostly Due To The Fact That The Mad Priest Lady From Over The River Had Taken To Nailing Weasels To My Front Door Again.

Writing Is Basically A Job For People Who Like Punching Themselves In The Face, I’m Pretty Sure.

My Neck And Shoulders Are Killing Me. Hard To Focus On Writing About Murder, Doom, Shagging, Our Hopeless Future & Other Comedy Etc Etc.

Its A Strange World. Lets Keep It That Way.