Filthysadomasochist
so I laughed when Bambi's mother died the place went up in flames and burned longer than several sticks of the incense kept handy chaos entropy as I was the center of the conflagration and my sides began to hurt
I watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre II and thought the music by Elfman was eloquent no one lives forever I have 2I years left (at multiplicity zero) according to the death clock
my nails are never sharp enough when I attack myself though I left five inch scars on some kid's back I can't remember his name I think because I clip them to play Danse Macabre on the violin I have little bony digits
my hope for society is for it to die because we consume with no thought for consequences give me take this but is it ours to take and rape with our ephemeral existences I don't think that my cousins' grandchildren will have air to breathe and they will go around like those smokers with emphysema and bacteria will kill them all if the h-bomb or cancer doesn't do the job sooner
we plunder all resources not just the land and air our friends ourselves we exploit others and ourselves at the same time because if I look we are merged we were one and we will be one when everything implodes collapses in on itself is burned to a crisp by our star
it's going to be a fun time too bad I'll be dead call me then I'd like to see call me a filthy sadomasochist call me whenever you see red or puce call me imprecations on the refrigerator magnets call me yourselves and everything else too

~ E. Koven