Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All

Innocence Lost

Saturday night. Nothing to do. Nobody to see. No movies I'm interested in watching. No television intriguing enough to pay much attention to. Nothing. Nobody. Just the static. Blank screen. "Ants and Fleas playing football" as my mother would say. Interesting euphemism for the wanton destruction and unchecked creation of infinite lives. Fleas and Ants generated and terminated endlessly until the channel is changed, or the TV set is off. Even then, the death still lingers in the afterglow of the screen. And so, it is finished that way, in the same monotonous humdrum in the heat of this stagnant condo in a dead society of mortgage brokers, small time lawyers, and a couple retired traffic cops. And so we coexist, fetching the mail, peeking through blinds, sneaking glances through doors, and leading different lives. Until the day comes that we all make the journey to that great factory in the sky, we must remain down here, as walking clots of shit, on this planet. Me, I'm a home office guy. I work directly from my PC. My job is to search the internet. Not just regular internet, either. I surf the Deep Web. Yes, even I venture deep into the dark corners of the web. I like it honestly. To observe other people's sad depravities is truly exciting and appealing. I've seen it all: fashion designers excelling in human cloth, cannibal cookbooks, assassins for hire, a very special garden variety of perverts and rapists, drug dealers, Satanic bible groups ( as in, Sunday school. For kids to study their good buddy Satan. Thrilling.), arms dealers, and all the other kind of wacky shit people come up with. Of all the porn I've found, only about 98% is anything considered strange, illegal, disgusting, and even taboo. That leaves a very fucking fulfilling 2% for the "normal people" that happen to search the deep web during their lives. The Deep Web is a fascinating place to explore. While there are many bizarre things, even the weirdest of things is engaging and exciting. Recently, I've only just sampled the finest content the Deep Web has to offer, and have just tasted the caviar of the Deep Web: Red Rooms. Red Rooms are basically like a livestream, only with brutal torturing and unadulterated destruction of human life ( and yes, sometimes animals too.). I recently found an interesting looking Red Room run by our friendly neighborhood I.S.I.S. Terrorist Group, providing the best torture and mutilation video content since 2000. Initially, I was disgusted by the requests people made. For instance, around 100 people requested the victim have his gender forcibly changed with but a screwdriver. Nevertheless, therapy has failed to remove that encounter. I've had many jobs in exploration of the Deep Web, so now I've come to a point where I've acclimated to the features of the Deep Web. In fact, I'm beginning to enjoy exploring more and more. I've signed up for many a subscription for the official Cannibal Cafe cookbook collection, Gore Stock and Snuffboy Magazine,  The Aliens Among Us and other books describing the details of most conspiracy theories and theories on major atrocities, terrorist guidebooks with tips and tricks on terrorism and even some books on rebellion, and tips on how to rebel in communist countries, third world countries, and even countries with dictatorships. Yup. That's about all I've discovered, and many people can spend their entire lives searching and never find the bottom of the rabbit hole. For now, I'm just gonna stay awake, and dig ever deeper into this hole of darkness. The door just rang. Either my monthly groceries delivery or shipment from Dark Loot, your premier place for madness and depravity. Hell is roaring hot, and the embers are waiting for whatever misguided fool my stumble upon the Dark Web. So, I leave the choice to you: give in to your perverse, destructive, depraved, senseless desires, craving blood, and flesh and fire, or stay away and walk the right path. Easy as it may seem, either will leave you empty and desiring. I am now nothing but a husk, a mere shell of bones and flesh, and all because I tempted fate once too many times and have now suffered my ultimate fate. Now, here I sit, empty, hollow, and wanted. The doorbell is ringing. I know who's waiting. I've got a shotgun ready under my chin, loaded. I've got one more ring left. Come on in. I'll put on some coffee........