

MortuusUnder the ground, kept in a box A still reminder of what we once were. The revenant dumped into the womblike Earth. Food for the worms as we slowly rot away The smell is putrid and its not too pretty So at least we got it away from us. Your family cooks well so this funeral reception is great.Mortuus


La CucaracaWhen were all dead All that will be left is the cockroach. Skittering over the ruins, The most unclean thing survives our encroaching demise. The cockroach nibbles on what survives the inferno; Barely fit for humans to eat, it survives the apocalypse. The final reminder Feasted on by the filthy. The cockroach silently laughs. We reviled the survivor.La Cucaraca


Love is like...Love is like a knife, Cold and inviting, A tool of the laughing man: Hacking and slashing, Chopping and cutting, Sawing and slicing, Severing the sinews of the severed skin Stabbing. And stabbing. And stabbing. And stabbing. And stabbing. Oh the pain that love brings! It is a good pain. The meat yearns. More sustenance Sadistically screaming for the slicing and stabbing. Their screams consume the world.Love is like...


Death By OverworkKaroshiDeath By Overwork
His tamagoyaki stared blankly at him. Jiro Yamada stared back, just as blank as the egg dish before him. The monotonous tick-tick-ticking of the ever-grinning cat clock on the wall was the only sound in the room. It made the silence that much more painful.
Mrs. Yamada, a plain housewife, sat down across from her husband with an almost identical breakfast. Tick tick. She sprinkled some soy sauce on her tamagoyaki. Tick tick. Jiro blankly stared. Tick tick. She quietly nibbled on her breakfast.
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