The trouble with I.O.Us is collecting on them. Sure, when you need a fix or you've got surgery scheduled in the morning and that fucking Patterson report due on your boss' desk by noon and you know you're going to be hurting like hell, it's easy to write out an I.O.U. Everybody does it. Everybody likes things nice and easy ( Read more... )

What's cool?

Cool is getting what you want when you want it. Whether it's a newer and prettier liver or that sexy little cleft in your chin that gives you that old time Hollywood leading man look, or a perky pair of tits, it doesn't matter what so long as it's yours ( Read more... )

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win. -Stephen King

( Bloodbath//It's gonna be a bloodbath//Cuz no one crosses GeneCo//No not even Repo//Will Rotti clean house?//Damn we're gonna find out//At opera tonight//Stay tuned//The winner of this blood feud//Will take GeneCo... )

Percy Pepperton was a cat. Probably the scraggliest, ugliest, meanest feline ever to be flea bitten in the history of the world.

( Are you blind when you're born? Can you see in the dark?//Can you look at a king?//Would you sit on his throne?//Can you say of your bite that it's worse than your bark?
Are you cock of the walk when you're walking alone? )

He supposed he should be grateful. After all, he was more than halfway through his rounds for the night when things turned to shit.

"Warning! Grave robbers will be shot on sight! Warning! Grave robbers will be shot on sight!"The warning started blaring out of speakers on the outer gates of the cemetery just seconds before he heard the GeneCo ( Read more... )

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