Now I get it. Anne Shirley was right; sometimes pretending you’re an exiled princess fallen from her state or a wealthy criminal who’s decided to take a minimum wage job to evade detection IS the only way to get through the work day
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Now I get it. Anne Shirley was right; sometimes pretending you’re an exiled princess fallen from her state or a wealthy criminal who’s decided to take a minimum wage job to evade detection IS the only way to get through the work day
I feel like if you bit into Spamton's head if would be like trying to eat a boiled egg without removing the eggshell. Just crunch and squish.
I love how people keep referring to Watchmen and The Dark Knight Returns as the books that elevated the cheesy Silver Age comics into a more nuanced art form, when in fact it was The Night Gwen Stacy Died that did that. It’s as if the Bronzes Age of comics where more socially and politically explicit content wasn’t a thing.
I find myself, Hiding in the dark places, Where I see faces of creatures I won't let in, But my choices haven't been my own lately, Yet I fall in familiar patterns, Again, I find myself, Running into the dark places, Where I find myself displaced of voided memories, Yet I fall into traps like fish to hooks, And cling to them, Again, I find myself, In these familiar patterns, Where the demons... I did not ask for this!..., But continue to plague my mind, I grasp for peace I find myself asking for, -MF
Trying to win an argument against Jesus never works out
Liturgical colors are great. I love being able to walk into a church to see it garbed in red and immediately think to myself, “ah, yes. Who died today”
There’s something about Jesus hanging from the wood of the cross — the wood of the tree, and something about the serpent telling Eve that if she ate of the fruit of the tree she would have eternal life, something in the words “Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life” — the fruit that hung from the tree being profitable for our redemption after all.