We fell in love in the wreckage, shouted out songs in the uproar, danced joyfully in the heaviest shackles they could forge; we smuggled our stories through the gauntlets of silence, starvation and subjugation, to bring them back to life again and again as bombs and beating hearts; we built castles in the sky from the ruins of hell on earth.
Accepting no constraints from without, we countenanced none within ourselves, either, and found that the world opened before us like the petals of a rose.
behind enemy lines
appalachian terror unit
man the conveyors
the suicide machines
leftov er crack
TV and Movies: The Office, The X-Files
Books and Other: Nobody cares that I read.