Three Out Of Four Demons Prefer Barbeque

Your Mama-akra Sent That To You, Akri, To Hurt The Heathen-god. Now It’s Dimonique Time. The Simi Can’t Be Bothered We No Greek God Messing With The One Who Pays The Plastic Bills. Can The Simi Have That Black Metal Card She Loves So Much? (simi)

We Don’t Have To Do This. I Can Fight Coyote. We Have The Ability To Defeat Him.” – Sundown “are You Out Of Your Effing Mind? Hello? Where Have You Been For The Last Two Days? I Want Whatever Screwed-up Glasses You’re Looking Through. ’cause From Where I’ve Been Standing, We’ve Been Getting Our Asses Seriously Kicked Around The Block. Up A Few Stairs And Down Again.” – Sasha

I Don't Suffer From My Insanity -- I Enjoy Every Minute Of It.

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)

I Killed Your Friends.” – Abigail “and I’m Not Happy About That. But Your Head Wasn’t Screwed On Right. It’s Easy To Let The Enemies In And Listen To Them Sometimes, Especially When They’re Pretending To Be Your Best Friends Who Only Want The Best For You. At Least That’s What They Claim. They’re Insidious Bastards, Telling You What You Want To Hear And Using Your Emotions To Manipulate You Think Doing Their Bidding.” – Sundown