The Land Of Fog And More Fucking Fog
Freezing fog. Everywhere. It claws at the windows, and hisses at me. "Come outside, Warren." Filthy fucking muck that it is. Like God stood on the moon to piss on England. (Like America wasn't a better target.)
"Come outside, Warren. Come outside and die."
God has hated me ever since I made his girlfriend come.
[meta: futurephonism]
[previously: Your Chariot Awaits]