morbid melancholy, simply put is "chronic depression" or hypochondria. title's that way for no reason except that I'm morbid and, at times, melancholic.
everything here would be about what i love... me, my stuff, my cats (hence my name, variations of the word scratch), and my opinion.
afflicted with the gravity of depression, yes, it's a bad, bad world and here is where i will chuck my so-called angst or whatever emotion manages to break out of me.
there are times that i may want to kill people, but i don't do it. i don't think they deserve to just go kaput that easily. they must suffer. i sometimes use irony, but certain types of people don't seem to notice and they run away.
i also put up stuff i got from the vast international dump that we now call "cyberspace", other blogs, or my collection of bitter, sometimes senseless, poetry or prose. If you don't like the music that's playing, just pause it. ^_^
Disclaimer: some are products of the my twisted mind. any resemblance to actual persons, places, and events are purely accidental. Accidents are times when I poke at the wall socket using an all-metal utensil just because I want to. :)