After a life, comes the sunset

After a life, comes the sunset.

After a sunset, comes the night.

And after the night, comes the dawn.

Before a lie, comes history

Much respected be the seed, for the seed curseth the false idol, for no son yet tightened his own servant, and also abandoned it, even as the devil and the church, for we are eggs of his insides, and his worshippers. until the end of the line.

Try to feel a little bit worried about the police

A shot of heroin might just be the solution to all of your problems

Resist the accusations Not the horror.

Failure: evolution’s way of separating the wheat from the chaff

Those who can kill the holy can compile surveillance.

The apocalypse is worth it

Moms all over the world unite