It was snowing. Children played outside in the winter wonderland, throwing snowballs at one another, chasing each other, making snow angels with smiles on their faces. Christmas was coming, and snow, more than anything else, symbolized what the holiday was all about. Continue reading →

I’m thankful that one day you are going to die. That one day your blood will be split and it shall be washed away like water flowing into a drain. I am thankful that one day, someone’s going to snap, grab a meat cleaver and tear your face apart. Rip your ears off. Your eyes. Your nose. Your lips. I am thankful that one day, I can smile as I stand above your grave and slam a knife deep into the toxic soil. And I will whisper softly, “this is why I’m thankful” as you burn below in hell’s infinite fires… Continue reading →