RICHTER! I HAVE NEED OF YOU AND YOUR TOOLS.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

I actually thought that was a sweet mental image.

NOTE: I'm not saying it's a good or useful idea, but (and this may just be the happy vitamins talking) I would rather see a pointless war stymied, or at least put on hold, because of a crayon bomb than know that a bunch of someones' babies are getting dead.

And while I appreciate the fact that this is reality and good shit doesn't happen, I don't think thinking it's a nice thing to think about sometimes in a I wish things were different kind of way is bad. I hereby officially defend my statement of anti-cynicisim.

And good shit does happen, just not enough. But when it does, it's not because somebody filled the sky with crayons or balloons or any of that. (I think the balloons can end up choking fish or some shit.)

[The Good Reverend Roger]

"Explode softly".

Just let that sink in for a bit.








"Explode softly".

Gas shells.  They just sorta go "crump" and the explosion's over.  But the FUN, well, the fun is just beginning.