To live one’s entire life without having a scotch or two is really not a life worth living.
Salvation is ours through the redemption of others.
Quoth the Raven… Nevermore.
Now that you admitted we are brothers, I can die knowing that I will live on through you.
Need. Such a vulnerable word.
My desire to kill is based on a psychopathic need to kill. I find a terrible beauty in it.
If there is a God, then I am His creation. And I… am the truth.
I have to be sane in order for the State to put me to death? How perverse.
Every great love must be tested.
Death is a sacred gift. It is not to be abused or cheapened… But gloried!
And so we begin.
All I ever wanted was for my name to live forever. I think I’ve probably accomplished that.