By Anthony Gorin of Beauty In Normalcy The core fault to kindness, is that far too few partake in this. A person kind, amongst a sea of those so monstrous, is a candle burning amongst and beneath the ocean. This is the true fault to kindness. Something it cannot outshine, it can only. Wait to be snuffed into extinguished nonexistence. #DarkPoetsClub #DarkHumourBitterIrony

By Virginie Bernard My boyfriend worked at a women’s shelter One night, Josiane’s ex-husband sneaked in And pressed a gun against my man’s forehead Desperate for his wife back, high on cocaine To protect her from that lovelorn gunman She was moved to a top-secret address A flat where she let in a bunch of bums The stage for raw Dionysian chaos At some point, they sobered up and killed her Decapitated her, stole her money Next dumped Josiane’s head in the river Leaving her dea

By Jared Frank I couldn’t help myself. I would click on video after video of him speaking even though it created new forehead creases, and I’d rant for days after. Hours were spent pointlessly debating with his persona inside my head until it hurt to think. Like so many of us I was ecstatic when they announced his mysterious disappearance. Puzzled of course; the hidden occult library in the west wing and the pentagrams of blood in the oval office were strange (even the pundit