NOTICE TO ALL WHO READ THIS JOURNAL O’MINE. You can post here if you don't have an LJ. But, YOU MUST IDENTIFY YOURSELF IN SOME WAY TO ME. If you do not, your comment will be screened by me. And I will feed you to the wolves.
In the end, you’ll know which people really love you. They’re the ones who see you for who you are and, no matter what, always find a way to be at your side.
I used to think every day I didn't wake up and gargle a few rounds from a revolver was a victory, but little "golden moments" like this make me wonder, "A victory for who?"
When facing difficult tasks, act as though it's impossible to fail. If you're going after Moby Dick, take along the tartar sauce.
To hell with Nietzsche. I'm tired of being strengthened. -Solomon Short
Don't say another word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else - word one - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds it's destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as the tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the earth.
If you're talking crazy, you're speaking my language.
I don't pretend to know what you want, but I offer love.