Whateley

Burn corpo shit.

Whenever Tankies quote pasages from the rantings of century-dead old men, I'm reminded Christians citing Biblical passages to prove the universe is only 6000 years old.

To the Hellfire by Lorna Shore.

What an utter fucking buffoon. This man shouldn't be trusted to use a fork without protective eyewear let alone run a god damn country.

I was forced to go to a charismatic church as a kid. We're talking speaking in tongues, cast out demons, and all that bullshit. As such, The Devil was present in a lot of my childhood fears.

I was convinced I could feel him breathing on my face at night in bed whenever I did something "wrong".

I hated this Santa Clause decoration that my grandmother hung in my bedroom window every year (we lived in first floor apartment facing the street). When the streetlamp outside of my window hit it at night it looked the head of the Devil in silhouette.

I hated it when my family watched Unsolved Mysteries or things like that because there was always a chance they would do a segment on demonic hauntings or shit like that.

Religious trauma is a hell of a drug.

And I'm a spaceman!

Pretending is fun!

A lot of classic black metal and Wisp.

The GOAT.

Ren and Stimpy. I was the strange kid in school, so the show's gross-out humor and absurdity appealed to my weirdo sensibilities. Finding out John K. is a bastard sexpest definitely tempered my nostalgia a bit.

I'm willing to bet Lewis has some very strong opinions about women, race relations, and video game journalism.

I tried switching to an alum block for those exact concerns. Didn't work for me and made me actually smell worse than when I forget to put on antiperspirant. I think I'd rather risk cancer and not smell like a pair of used gym shorts.