It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.
Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look...
Why’d you want to kill yourself? Didn’t you feel anything, or didn’t it hurt you? Mandy questioned, looking puzzled. Yes, I suppose it did, … it was strange, it was sharp, that’s all I can think of to...
Of course, if one does not fully trust the promise of God's Kingdom, he will have a hard time taking risks and making sacrifices in this life. A gospel centered around the temporal self - fleeting hap...
Let me tell you a little story. You may have heard it before.It's a story about a butcher named Barry.Once upon a time, in central city, there was a butcher named Barry. Barry loved to chop up meat mo...
The ship told you the guilty systems recognizes no innocents. I'd say it does. It recognizes the innocence... only to violate it.
What is living? Forging memories. What is dying? Forgetting them.I never die.
Nobody really wants to be your friend when they discover that you work with dead people.
As it is I crawl on everyday towards the tomb. When I wake in the morning I think first of death, do you?
DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG
In de loop van de vijf, zes jaar dat ik in Rusland verbleef, ben ik een paar keer door diverse organisaties en individuen gedood dan wel doodverklaard.