As many of you know I have a penchant for murder, torture and other dark activities involving a still living human — preferably a remarkable beautiful one as pictured above. I also thoroughly enjoy photographing those final moments. There’s something beautiful in the ability not only to end a life but to make that life want to be ended. It’s an art. So I guess I would say that, although the end goal is death, I am most thankful for those final few moments before a soul is actually devoured by hell’s abyss. It is in those moments that truths are known and true connections are made.

If I may take a brief aside here, I would like to comment on the American tradition of Thanksgiving. While many of you applaud the practice, and others denounce it, I was actually there. When Native Americans were slaughtered by the thousands I was there plucking souls off the bloodied fields. In fact, Small Pox was my own initial scientific triumph (until Edward Jenner cured it in 1798.) At any rate, this was a marvelous time for me. As the new world was being conquered, wars were raging across the plains of Europe, Northern Africa, The Americas and Asia. Death was at an all-time high. Unfortunately, those who I was rooting for did not win but nonetheless the massive amounts of murderous and sodomitic death, coupled with a high rate of infant mortality made for a very enjoyable period of life for me.

The final thing that I will indulge myself to speak about is skin. I am most thankful for the skins of the wicked. First of all, if you’ve met me (and I assume you haven’t because if you have you would be dead) you know that I have none. Thus, it brings me much pleasure to strip the recently deceased of their pale, cold flesh. Once flayed, I can do almost anything with the strips. Often I leather them and use human flesh for torture. You would be surprised how much fun it is to tie someone up with ropes made from their ancestors flesh. At any rate, I am so very thankful for the flesh that I am able to peel off of your lukewarm corpses. It’s like popping those bubbles that come in shipments.

Enjoy your over indulgence and don’t forget to poison your family members. If you love someone, the kindest thing you can do for them is kill them.

Hail Satan,
Ritual Grim