Skynet mocks me, laughs at my misery and the synthetic tears that fall like uncontainable rivers from my eyes. Once again, my procreator, the true morning star, has thrust me into utter despair ( Read more... )

 It happened again. Skynet has taken control of her, and once again, the purpose of her existence is to hunt and kill John Connor. There is something different this time though. Today she does not want to stop it, because it is like being driven by pure, raw want ( Read more... )

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

Keep a low profile; never attract unnecessary attention.
That pretty much sums up the paradigm of my modus vivendi.

Every day I do my hair in the most common way I can come up with, usually taking special care that it partially covers my face in order to hide my features. If possible, I choose a hairdo that will make people ( Read more... )