Originally Posted by dead_battery
i've already stabbed 20 prostitutes and burned down an orphanage, but nothing quite gets that dopamine rush quite like the cool refreshing cancer taste of satans own rolled up pubic hair.
Did you at least capture their essence like the Scentless Apprentice?
"Men's perspectives become flat, comprehending only the light-reflecting, tangible surfaces of existence; the vista into depth closes over
. " Joseph Campbell