Blessed Are The Meek, For To Them

Sarcasm Will Make Your Tits Fall Off.

People Always Stay The Age That They Died At. My Big Brother Died Of Leukemia When I Was Six. He Was Eight. Now When I Think Of Him, He's Always Eight, And He's Still My Big Brother. He Never Changes, And The Part Of Me That Remembers Him Never Changes.

Love: The Sickest Of Irony’s Sick Jokes. The Place Where Logic And Order Go To Die.

I Can Be Most Colorful And Inventive When I Am Angry.

Inside, I Was Like: "ha, Suck My Spiky Rubber Strap-on, Vampyre Hunter!