A verdict is cast; the judgment intent: One final chance to recant and repent. Hands bound; wooden post: relinquished reprieve. Heretics silence is proof of consent.
“The only person who is a worse liar than a faith healer is his patient.”—President Lincoln
I am the nicest misanthrope you will (n)ever meet. Depending on you ask, I am either a beaner or am white-washed, am a nomadic soul with a lust for women, booze, literature, and music (I have an iPod like, as The Limousines say, a pirate ship). Sometimes, music rescues me from misanthropy. Sometimes, books makes me forget of my cynicism and compels me to find my muse. There is nothing more fickle than a muse