Cold walls do not a prison make, nor iron bands a bondsman.
When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.
We like what we like, we want what we want, and nobody needs to give us permission to feel that way!
It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.
Any man can fart in a closed room and say that he commands the wind
In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams