the longer i stay, the smaller and smaller this place gets.

hey, i still haven't seen a single demonic tower, gate, or other bullshit. i haven't seen a good pizza, either. where's the pizza, manhattan?

i gotta say that the city looks better covered in snow.

man, something weird is going on here. and i'm not just stating the obvious.

anyone seen a guy like me here before?

so, who opened the portal to hell, and what vacation spot did i hit?

since the girls are gone, i'll throw this out. anyone know where to get a good .45?

In the middle of the journey of our life, / I found myself again in [or through] a dark wood, / [so dark] that the straight way was utterly lost. / Alas how hard it is to say what it was like, / this savage and sharp and strong forest, / which even in thought renews my fear! / So bitter was it that death is little moreso; / but in order to speak of ( Read more... )