Wednesday, November 5, 2008


Everyone needs a fucking savior. They need some iron-clad figure standing before them to clean up the murder scene of life. It's not just any savior, though, our savior needs to be marketable. Our savior needs to be mysterious, almost to the ways of a ghost. Our savior needs a history, a book complete with sequels that coincide with each other that are hypocritical. We can't just market our hero without a little drama, without a little garbage on the side. Who wants to pay homage to a saint? Our savior needs to be beautiful. No rough, unshaven need apply. Perfect cheekbones, blue eyes, and a widened smile is what we need.