I got pissed off by this old whore with her stupid braid.
She pinned into my Hell those people who don't fit into the portrait of my preferred audience.
Brief statistics for the week:
Where are the people really deserving of Hell, old bitch?
I had no choice but to kill Death, return home, sit on the windowsill, look out the window and masturbate in tears as I slowly sip on tomato juice (I hope it was him)
Routine.
:: visuals: @cryptohamster | sound-design: @dontbesovasya