This seems to be doing the rounds of Heaven, Hell and everywhere inbetween. The universe must be really bored. I must confess, though, that my supposed battle cry is mildly entertaining.

So I had a good time chilling with Ange, and laughed my ass off at how she managed to distract that punk rocker dude. I think we have a "Tomb Raider" fan here, ladies and gentlemen. He swears like a motherfucker, but hell, has he got some creative ways of killing the already dead. I must say I am quite impressed ( Read more... )

*smokes a cigar contentedly ( Read more... )

( letter to God )

Seeing as how the creatures upstairs are - by and large - behaving in a most...unangelic fashion, I thought it only polite and good of me (*snicker*) to inform them that their behaviour - by and large - is leading them on the path to temptation, corruption and VICTORY BY US ( Read more... )

Got the bloody book. Yee-fucking-ha ( Read more... )

*takes out a full seven page spread in Demon Hustler*

*laughs evilly at the photos of the idiot angel Karl poncing about and jumping up and down so his cock hits his belly*

*laughs even more at the expression of mortification on his face*

*wheezes at the comments from Angelina - "Claudie, you will put me off root vegetables for eternity."

The angelic idiot Viggo who thinks he can sing - mistakenly, I might add - sounds worse than a dying cat having its entrails removed with a saw. That freeform jazz piano with discordant whinging about poetic beauty and such nonsense is totally...Garden of Eden. Vig, you may be hung like a donkey, but you sure as shit can't sing, mate. Stick to what ( Read more... )