The internet of words and music of words and the words that go in circles to explain and examine and pass judgement upon for the hours of impossible time wasting. That is purgatory.

In never get periods.

Doctor Doom?

Can this be real?

If Bill Hole became an AI it might prove that fictional characters can have souls very different then their creators.

These interest me more than fundamental physics.

You never really get away with it.

My dead spirit twin will rise from the dead and love you.

I recieved a strange plant in the mail saying love is coming like a marching band down the street. Then an egret shit on my head.

Justice on demand.

Russia appears to be shrinking and will soon become a four inch country!