Now that's funny.

I've been neglecting David and his poor friends list HORRIBLY. I blame that on a headmate of his who likes to consume all of my free time from an already busy schedule. I'm hoping to remedy this, though, so people should hear from him more often while I try to grasp him again. He may seem a little off since it's been awhile, so just be patient with ( Read more... )

I didn't think Michael had the balls to turn against me, let alone sick that little brother and his frog-legged friends on us, but people can just be full of surprises. I took him in, fed him, made him part of something great, and how does he thank me? Took my girl, the kid, and made mincemeat out of my boys. Max had a very precise plan to have me ( Read more... )

Friends? That's almost comical. I don't make friends. I make followers. I build loyalties. Many view me as a destroyer but I know I'm a creator. I take a life ... if you could call it that, which has no existence, no reason, no purpose, and I give it the mission of population control. You could consider them enforcers of natural selection. If that' ( Read more... )

I'm going to make this quick since I have no idea how long this connection is going to last ( Read more... )

So the mun decided to make a David soundtrack. I didn't know if anyone would be interested, but I decided to post within here since most of you basically gave me the idea that you are all Lost Boys fans. ;)

Cross-posted in mun's journal and fanmixThis fanmix is dedicated to one of the best movies ever created (in my opinion, anyway) and to one of the ( Read more... )

I do things simply because I can. I don't give lame excuses. Most of the time I don't give any excuses, and the only time I do? I'm being a wise ass because it's just that funny. Like this one time at Max's video store on the Boardwalk, back before Max was reduced to a cindering pile of cremation. Ahh, I remember a prime slice named Maria. She didn ( Read more... )

A million and a half things make me angry and you want me to pick just one? Hm. I suppose, after a bit of thought, I'll say that the thing that angers me more than anything is when I have no control over what goes on around me. There's very little I don't keep a tight reign on but not even the perfect can be one hundred percent, you know ( Read more... )

Just the sight of her is, most times, enough to excite a grin on my moist lips. It's impossible to ignore the way she can beckon me the way she stares. She begs to be commanded. She begs to be driven. That's what I love most about her. Never can I resist the feeling of her athletic, smooth body underneath the leather of my gloved fingertips. Every ( Read more... )

Comfort, to me, derives from power. We've all felt it. We've all craved it. We've all been driven to grasp it only to watch it leak from between our fingers like loose sand. Then there's those who merely think they've got it ( Read more... )