Its A Strange World. Lets Keep It

Wolves Ate Even Mighty Hunters, For There Was No Honor Or Code Among Predators, And Everyone's Guts Steam The Same Way When Torn Open On A Cold Night.

My Neck And Shoulders Are Killing Me. Hard To Focus On Writing About Murder, Doom, Shagging, Our Hopeless Future & Other Comedy Etc Etc.

I Want A Tattoo Over My Heart That Reads Try Harder You Lazy Paramedic Shitbag Or I Will Haunt Your Bedroom Forever

Journalism Is Just A Gun. It’s Only Got One Bullet In It, But If You Aim Right, That’s All You Need. Aim It Right, And You Can Blow A Kneecap Off The World.

Scotch Whisky Is Made From Barley And The Morning Dew On Angel's Nipples.