Life imitates art, or is it the other way around?
Routine day with a dirt cheap brush, then a week goes by and it goes untouched. Then two, then three, then a month, and the rest of your life you beat yourself up. - Aesop Rock, "Rings"
An alt account for posting violent, gory, fetish-filled clop. Apparently, green isn't my color.
I am a conglomerate of Engineeriological and Writeological forces with a Ponypreneurial spirit.
General, we are here till dawn, or till the battle is won!
Prithee and well met, thou tempestuous witch of storms, to alight so delicately upon the jet streams of the cerulean sky. Welcome to Spirit Airlines.