Seventh Level of Hell

Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.

Why won't people touch their eyeballs? I ask people all the time, "Hey... touch your eyeball!" And they look at me like I'm crazy! "No!" That is always their response. I mean, is it such a burden, such an inconvenience to move your hand to inches, extend your finger, and take a tiny pluck at your eye? It isn't to me.

On another note, I'm excited that Halloween is almost here. Sadly though, our neighborhood doesn't get a lot of kids. Well... maybe now we will. We had 2 new families move in on both sides of our house and I know one of my neighbors has 2 kids.

Someone touch their fucking eyeball!!

Which serial killer are you most like? Albert Fish What's worse than a creepy old dude with problems? Well, you maybe. There's a reason Hannibal Lector was modeled after this guy. I suggest you seek professional help... ASAP!

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Albert Fish... nice. The sick, old fuck who liked to play S&M on himself as well as on his child victims. And you ask: How am I like him? No idea. Sure, I like a bit of pain, but being compared to this fuck is stupid. Oh well, I took the test, there are my results. *shrugs*

This is my first post.

I've had other blogs, but have lost touch with them over the years; normally I stop writing in my blogs when my life seems to get better. And of course, I create a new blog when I feel like my life is in a rough spot.

Sometimes I'll write about my day, sometimes I'll just post quiz results or just whatever I feel like posting.