A Treatise on Remaining Tasteless
I haven't used my hostage dungeon in years and it has effectively become little more than a storage area for the miscellaneous detritus that doesn't seem to belong any place else. Recently I was digging through the various hummels, old newspapers, human eyes in jars, women's underpants and bird corpses and I found something I'd not seen since I was a boy; my old autographed Superman poster. It reminded me of my childhood, before the big bad world had lathed me into a manageable shape and effectively eliminated any trace of a soul. I thought I would share the find with you so that you might remember that old invincible feeling that accompanies being very young.
Be a kid again:
-J. Fries
If you had a laugh at Mr. Reeve's expense you owe it to the world to pay a visit to his charitable foundation.
EDITOR'S NOTE: If Superman came out before you were born please use this post to reflect on the security of the womb or your pre-conceptual existence. If you had already grown to maturity by the time of Superman's release take this opportunity to remember how much cooler you were back then and how you had many fewer health problems.
Be a kid again:
-J. Fries
If you had a laugh at Mr. Reeve's expense you owe it to the world to pay a visit to his charitable foundation.
EDITOR'S NOTE: If Superman came out before you were born please use this post to reflect on the security of the womb or your pre-conceptual existence. If you had already grown to maturity by the time of Superman's release take this opportunity to remember how much cooler you were back then and how you had many fewer health problems.