Just a bit bored so I thought I might as well share...it is now 4:44 am, I'm drunk, listening to "Haunting the Chapel" by Slayer, I feel dead, as in a skeleton, the whole house is darkened and blue light fills cracks and crevices within. I can't feel my face...my hands are cold and I am lost. Is it time to invoke Zharum yet? Eh, probably not. All he is is a physically manifestation of my inner conciousness continually festering at eloquent absurdities. What the fuck am I talking about