Join the crazed institution of the stars.

To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.

The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.

Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?

The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.