I fucking LOVE my dog!

I love my dog and I’m not afraid to fucking show it! If your dog comes remotely close to being as amazing as Betty Spaghetti I dare you to fucking prove it!

She loves smelling flowers and she can smell evilness like a vegan turd, so if you’re evil watch your butt punk!

If you hug her for more than five minutes you may receive Senzu Bean-like rejuvenation giving you the power to conquer Kakarot! My dog will eat my snot and ear wax limiting the waste build up in my apartment. She warns me of invaders and sucks hostility out like an assassin of bad vibes. I hope you love something as much as I love Betty Spaghetti!

Minding the “War” in the North

Unsheathing your positivity blade amongst a sea of grinding ooze can be an overwhelming task. The mind can reveal even more ash whilst being intertwined with the sensual enhancement our favorite herb provides. The struggles swallowing Ukraine currently dip into world politics as old alliances(G8) choose their sides.

The higher I get the more I ponder Putin. The complexities history provided us have created an equally complex individual whose actions make resounding effects. Blood is the main effect worrying me right now. To be honest similarly large scale conflicts have always muddied the information highway as it becomes more and more difficult to sift through right, wrong, and blatant propaganda.

Living with this hostility may be a part of the human condition for countless lifetimes but my heart still steers toward a green solution. As long as a group is displaying empathy as an example of a more fulfilling existence I feel we can grasp that oh so elusive ideal society.

Go outside and smell your existence in all it’s horror and beauty, stay vibrant HO’s!

The fight to share your bud.

Those bears with shit eating grins always said sharing is caring and the older I get the more they sound like fucking geniuses.

Unfortunately some things are easier said than done. Economic realities make themselves apparent from time to time making generosity a target. Sometimes sharing might not be caring about yourself… so what must one do? Looking into your own guts will likely reveal the answer. Whether your guts are empty or filled to the brim you know what makes an honest grin. Sharing our precious fucking time creates a Katamari Damacy-like ball of grooviness and memories that shake the borders of our limited reach!

The smiles that last a while are worth waiting for. If you have to wait for a time when generosity flows from your danky mitts more easily you are going to win whether you want to or not!

Share that which grows the most beautiful hair. HO HO HO!

Nah cuz, I ain’t take no bath!

I stand in a water soaked Sandy Eggo and my mind has drifted toward the importance of our wet ally. When I walk by a florally stinky excuse for a man I say to myself “What is your damage little boy?” Where is the musk and truth seeking pheromones?! The drought will batter us if we don’t take the proper steps, leaving us with sugar drenched shams pretending to be beverages. Time for the Ho’s to take action!

These kids have the right flippin’ idea! If the idea of your own filth induces vomit I have a solution. Pick yourself up a stock of Defense Soap wipes, they’ll give you a naturally squeaky clean carcass without pillaging our precious water supply.

Limiting the vanity laden process of water cleansing will make us all way sexier.

Mmmmmm, you know they smell divine.

Take a stand Ho’s, get stinky.

SEPTICFLESH want your love.

Forged in the fires of Athens Greece Septicflesh has been stimulating ears around the globe since 1990. Soon their new album Titan will spew forth even more auditory awe. Being properly intellectual gentlemen, they have provided the first installment in a series of “Making of” videos. I hope your intrigue helps you find a love for their symphonic blasts of Death Metal.

You can also enjoy the making of their 2010 classic The Great Mass as the experience envelopes you in a world of musical craftsmanship.

Keep exploring the crevices you never expected to contain fruit.

Mission Statement

Welcome Ho’s and future Ho’s.

As youthful exuberance pulses within the veins of the new creators the Highest Order seeks to be amongst the trampling leaders. With this avenue of connection we seek to seep into the collective consciousness and bring honest bliss to all. We seek to end delusions of grandeur and engage our goals with cannabis infused courage fostered by the actions of our beloved. This passion will flow effortlessly amongst the cascading change encapsulating our perceived reality.

Together we ignite!

Highest Order