Pick A Tree. I'll Carve Our Initials

Blood City Iii: The Massacre. I'd Read The Summary Of It Online, And Frankly, It Sounded Like The Directors Had Just Decided To Film My Life.

What Was Fang Going To Do Blog About Max Throwing Herself Into Space So She Wouldn't Have To Kiss Him Again? No Instead He Smashed His Fist Against The Cave Wall Then Grimaced At The Pain And Stupidity Seeing His Bloodied Knuckles

For A Long Time It Had Seemed To Me That Life Was About To Begin -- Real Life. But There Was Always Some Obstacle In The Way, Something To Be Gotten Through First, Some Unfinished Business, Time Still To Be Served, A Debt To Be Paid. Then Life Would Begin. At Last It Dawned On Me That These Obstacles Were My Life.

We Is Always So Much Better Than I.

What's So Funny 'bout Peace, Love, And World Destruction?