bastard_spider (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bastard_spider) wrote,@ 2007-03-27 22:01:00 |
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2703 I hate it here
Don't mind the lightning around my head. I'm not sure if it's here, or just the gift that keeps on giving.
Gather around, filthy citizens while I tell you a morality tale. Or an immorality tale. I don't really care.
I read the Feed and see some of you bitch and moan that no one here dies and stays dead.
"Why won't they have the decency to lie down and rot when I kill them?"
I don't know. Why don't you ask Father Vincent. Or Fox Mulder.
People die, children.
People die. They stay dead.
They rot.
Go buy them a flower for their graves if you care. They don't, but this shit makes the survivors feel better.
While you're at the flower seller's, go ahead and pick up a flower for John Constantine.
And if you actually give a shit about him, go see the people he left behind. The dead are dead. The living are the ones who hurt.
Don't mind the lightning around my head. I'm not sure if it's here, or just the gift that keeps on giving.
Gather around, filthy citizens while I tell you a morality tale. Or an immorality tale. I don't really care.
I read the Feed and see some of you bitch and moan that no one here dies and stays dead.
"Why won't they have the decency to lie down and rot when I kill them?"
I don't know. Why don't you ask Father Vincent. Or Fox Mulder.
People die, children.
People die. They stay dead.
They rot.
Go buy them a flower for their graves if you care. They don't, but this shit makes the survivors feel better.
While you're at the flower seller's, go ahead and pick up a flower for John Constantine.
And if you actually give a shit about him, go see the people he left behind. The dead are dead. The living are the ones who hurt.
