The damage done for the glory of the Human Race.

Poem.

This monologue will hopefully make you think twice before allowing your mind to be addicted to the illusion of this world.

Lets go shopping.

A poem about cartoon hospitality.

Part two of my battlefront diary series.In this series, I incorporate many of my favorite players of the game, and make a pretty good story out of it.enjoy.(image credit to Google search).

It sits completely under the water. Only poking its head through the lowest waves, the great building is a mystery. Like some frozen whale, it juts its polished head through each valley, and is submerged again by the next rising wave.

All there is to see in life are clones.