GreaneGoblin

I have made a decision.  I have decided what I want to do with the rest of my life.  I want to be a polar bear. After all, what's better than fresh salmon and the destruction of human civilization? That is . . . if the rapture doesn't happen before I can grow copious amounts of white fur all over my body. Why do certain Christian extremists tend to forget what the Bible says about the rapture? First rule of the rapture: Don't talk about the rapture. Second rule of the rapture: You do NOT TALK about the rapture. Silliness.

Wow, so many years and so few new additions.  Sorry people.  Life has been hectic.  For the first time in years, I am feeling relatively good.  However, my poetry and art tinkering have been stifled by this thing called work . . . if only they could be my work.  Ladies and gentlemen, if I ever die of the plague, I'm gonna get CRUNK!  (I'm still not entirely certain what "crunk" is.  My dear friend and I have decided to think of it as a dark chocolate covered toffee with little pieces of pretzel and salty bar peanuts in it, served over French vanilla ice cream.  Hey, it could work.)

"Sometimes . . . You can cry until there is nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever God you think will listen. And, still, it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent . . . it would not be because it cared." -JTHM (Written by: Jhonen Vasquez)