Prolonged Torments Wrapped in the Worst of Evils by Anton Cancre

Does the world often strike you as a cold, unforgiving and insensately cruel place?

Does that understanding fill you with crippling anxiety, depression, and rage?

Does holding sharp objects get you thinking of creative solutions to this problem?

Boy howdy, did you come to the right place then. 

Between these flimsy folds of pressed tree flesh lie tales of pedophiles and homophobes, desperate pleading with an uncaring universe, loss of bodily autonomy, and self important wastes of skin. There's also some weird horny bumpin' and rubbin' and fumbled attempts at positivity.