Jackson?
Jackson's dead, baby.

Imagine him moonwalking into the afterlife atop a great, big wave of legends.

Quick summary of marines then, and marines now ( Read more... )

When faced by crisis, humanity has but one slogan: pray for change. Praying to imaginary beings and long-dead ancestors is a waste of time - time that could be spent fighting for change.

March twenty-ninth is the date.

Freedom is measured in blood and bruises.

See you all later.

and I shall buy more gray knights. Why? Because I'm a sadist.

Chapter eleven is not seventy-nine pages long - I promise you, and also swear it on my untainted soul.

Blogging is overrated.

I have been blessed - touched by the gods of the written word. I no longer see things only in black, white, and gray, no, my eyes now also acknowledge color ( Read more... )

Two updates in one day! Jesus, hell's really frozen over now ( Read more... )

I love religion. Here, let me show you ( Read more... )