Dead and already rotting; hollow and empty with a hole in your head; a grotesque false grin; completely unnatural; aping and appropriating pagan traditions; forced by someone else to be something you were never intended to be; the light existing independent of you being a pumpkin, and placed inside you actually creates more shadows; irrelevant and unnecessary the overwhelming majority of the time.
When you realize something can be both completely fucking mental and completely fucking accurate at the same time.
Could a being create the fifty billion galaxies, each with two hundred billion stars, then rejoice in the smell of burning goat flesh?" ~ Ron Patterson
