Happiness Is The Most Insidious Prison Of

Remember, Remember The Fifth Of November Of Gunpowder Treason And Plot. I Know Of No Reason Why The Gun Powder Treason Should Ever Be Forgot.

I Despise The Comic Industry, But I Will Always Love The Comic Medium.

This Is Not Anarchy, Eve. This Is Chaos.

Looked At Sky Through Smoke Heavy With Human Fat And God Was Not There. The Cold, Suffocating Dark Goes On Forever And We Are Alone. Live Our Lives, Lacking Anything Better To Do. Devise Reason Later. Born From Oblivion; Bear Children, Hell-bound As Ourselves, Go Into Oblivion. There Is Nothing Else.

Nothing Is Insoluble. Nothing Is Hopeless. Not While There's Life.