Fly your own way, Power Girl, and have fun…
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ps: …oh yeah, just remembered, placed your image in one of my collages:
http://www.polyvore.com/equ…
(easily edited out if you disapprove)

…are you "The Ghost of Eazy E" with a disqus kerfuffle or are you a pretender?

Hmm, looks like yet another lame clip n shuffle shitwit article by Sam about another longer better article available elsewhere…

…drawing a real blind spot blank on popcult associations at the moment,
but when some fresh [fill-in-the-blank] horrific atrocity goes down:
all those altruistic folks who step up to help give a potent reminder that the monster inside humanity does not have complete control…

The war was lost, the treaty signed.
I was not caught, I crossed the line.

"Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old,
the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold."

…maybe after the skinning and liposuction and bone-breakage and elongation and re-stitching his mutilated flesh taut over his newly mangled form he could.

Crispin Glover is an unusual choice for Lando Calrissian, but i think he's gonna surprise a lot of folks.

…and what of the wage gap Slenderwoman is subjected to?

…no worries.
The Surgeons Nocturnal will find you in your dreams tonight and exact a penance of vengeance for your transgressions…

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows…

…also:

The preferred nomenclature is "sorking".

…there was nothing left between The Nameless and the Name…

…By the rivers dark,
In a wounded dawn,
I live my life
In Babylon.

…when the hunger for your touch
Rises from the hunger,
You whisper, "You have loved enough,
Now let me be the Lover."

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet…

Still curious where exactly all those sacks of severed penii that some folks helpfully offer for nourishment are coming from…

…let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come…

"Villanelle For Our Time"