Who among us has never had a friend like Cain? Who among us has never helped scrub every surface with bleach and tears? Is there any person who has not sprayed acetone to destroy epithelial cells? The stains still remain, no matter how hard you cry. The smell never leaves, even when you get clever with lemon juice. The Earth is soaked in vicious deeds and errant students, that's a fact, and not a square inch of the planet hasn't been touched by terrible deeds.
Not a person in his hometown can ever remember Cain being a child, and they'll not thank you for asking the details. Hoary old greybeards tell yarns their grandfathers told them, of Cain's wickedness and his GRIN and his awful stare. The town, the world, resembles a conveyor belt, with the youngsters dropped on one end, while the elderly fall off the other, down into the whirling blades. Who among us has never tried to dodge the undertaker? Who among us has not made pacts with shadowy powers? It never works.
Yet Cain remains, smiling at us all from under the hat he made from Johnny Rotten's face.
Any shadowy power you can make pacts with probably isn't worth making a pact with in the first place.
Quote from: Cain on July 06, 2017, 04:05:51 AM
Any shadowy power you can make pacts with probably isn't worth making a pact with in the first place.
True fact.
Quote from: Cain on July 06, 2017, 04:05:51 AM
Any shadowy power you can make pacts with probably isn't worth making a pact with in the first place.
We take what we can get.