Life Is About Coming To Terms With

I’ve Been Around A Lot Of Wraiths, And He Doesn’t Feel Like That Either, Though. It’s A Strange Sensation. Like Human Wrapped In Evil.” – Caleb “oh, Great. Our Coach Is A Pig-in-the-blanket For Satan.” – Nick

Never Underestimate A Backwoods Cajun In A Fight, Old Man.

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)

You Don’t Knock On The Devil’s Door, Boy, Unless You Want Him To Answer. (ravyn)

The Man Hates Your Guts More Than Stryker Does. You’ll Be Lucky If He Doesn’t Pull Your Spine Out Through Your Nostrils. (tory) Nice To Have Miss Merry Sunshine Back Again. Any Other Eeyore Outlooks You’d Like To Share? (acheron)